50

Mrrrr Friends,

Humans like to count. I do not know why. It probably has something to do with your whole linear mindset.

For the most part, we go along with you...it seems to be the best route to reliable kibble presentation...it also seems to make you less grumpy.

We do think you get stuck in a rut though...that's why we scamper about, wreck havoc and generally reorder your life for you as much as possible.

We are good for you.

Anyway. Oom counted to 50 the other day so she had a party. The whole day was kind of a party really...people were giving her stuff, so Alex and I got in the spirit.

Alex gave Oom some flowers.

I took her outside and played with her.

And I found her this trout in the rushing water of our brook...can you see it?

Boo gave Oom roses...that kind of made her all emotional which is cool cause she hugged me.

Other folks sent Oom cards and posted on her Facebook page. A  Joyful friend of ours from Sag Harbor sent a big chunk of good cheese, and Granma sent a vacation. I don't know how she got it in the envelope.

Boo then went overboard and had a bunch of people come over and they all made Oom happy. They brought some swell kibble and Ant Becky brought green silly juice (I stuck to red wine). The trout on that plate from Ant Martha was not the trout above in the picture...those are my trout.

Some of my favorite women folk came over to say hi to Oom and pet me. Uncle Chris came too.

It was a fine day.

But it pooped me out. I hope she doesn't count to 50 again too soon.