Happy Birthday Ripley

Storms rolled through the area overnight and though we didn't get any rain at the house, we did experience lightning and thunder. Enough that it woke me up early. I wasn't sleeping that well anyways. I'm pretty sure Ripley thought I had gotten up to spend some cuddle time with him before I left for work.

Likely, he'll spend his birthday torturing Tasha (he managed to grab quite the mouthful of her fur earlier this week) and staring at the fireplace. He loves the fireplace and I'm not sure if he stares now so we'll turn it on (he doesn't understand "summer") or because he's just creepy.

Happy birthday Mr. StripyCat!

Way down deep, we're all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them. -Jim Davis