When we adopted Mono back in Dec of 1996, they said he was roughly 6 months old; so we dubbed him the birthday of July 1. It makes him a cancer, and he is one moody sourpuss!
Which means, today makes my fuzzball 17 years old today! Or 84 in cat years. <3
He was spoiled with love as always. :) Gave him "breakfast" for dinner (one of those new Friskie's Rise & Shine wet food cans) and a Fancy Feast Appetizer as a treat. He's my ball of fur and I love him to pieces ♥
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