It’s me. The KING. I’m writing to invite you to my birthday party. I’m planning it out now. I haven’t set a date ’cause as you know my Moms doesn’t know the exact date of my birth. So, I’m leaving it open. Actually, I’m waiting for all my guests to let me know when they’re free.
This year is a big year for me. I’m going to turn 3. My Moms keeps forgetting about my birthday and party and all. I think she’s still mad at me for leaving my litter box in the Benz.
“Yeah, Moms… I mean Ma’am”
“Are you on that computer again?! What did I tell you about getting on the computer when you haven’t cleaned out your litter box?!”
“Actually, I thought you said you were going to clean it out this evening, and you know I have to plan for my birthday party.”
“Birthday party…? What…? Oh yeah… your birthday party! Of course…”
Jeez! What kinda Moms forgets their own children’s and pets’ birthdays…?
So, guys, let me know what day you think I should have my party. I know my Auntie C’s birthday is in August. So, I want to give her first dibs on what day I should plan for.