Birthday Botch Up

Thumper is seven today. Except I just remembered he's not. He's seven on the 26th of April, which is when I'm writing this. He's been so full of poor little wild rabbits this past week, I fear for the survival of the local population. While Fergus is devouring mice.

Thumper may have just literally bitten off more than he can chew, however, as he has the look tonight of a cat that's been through an episode of Man versus Food and he has tummy ache.

Seven years of totally owning this house. I hope he has seven more, x 2.