Today is supposed to be a special day, right? It’s my birthday, after all. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long, imagining how I would be showered with love, treats, and endless attention. The humans would probably give me extra food, a cozy spot to curl up in, and maybe even a new toy to bat around the house. After all, it’s my day, the day I was born. But… none of that happened.
I woke up this morning, stretched my paws, and immediately looked around for any signs that today was different. You know, maybe some balloons, a cake (not that I’d eat it, I’d much rather play with it), or even a simple “Happy Birthday!” But… nothing. Absolutely nothing.
At first, I thought I had slept in and missed the big moment. Maybe they were planning to surprise me later. I wandered over to the kitchen, expecting to find some birthday goodies. Nothing. Just the usual dry food. Not even my favorite wet food. The nerve!
I meowed as loudly as I could, hoping for some attention. Maybe they’d hear me and say, “Oh, it’s your birthday! Let’s spoil you today!” But all I got was a glance, followed by a quick pat on my head. A pat. Not a celebratory scratch behind the ears or anything. Just a regular, casual pat as if today were like any other day. I even tried my best “adorable” face, you know, the one where I tilt my head just right and give them those big, pleading eyes. Still, nothing.
So I spent the next few hours in my favorite spot by the window. I watched the birds outside, their cheerful songs mocking my solitude. Maybe they were celebrating something—maybe they were celebrating their freedom. Meanwhile, I sat here, feeling completely forgotten. It’s like the humans didn’t even remember. How could they forget? How could they forget the most important day of the year?
I walked over to the couch and plopped down dramatically. Maybe they’d see me sulking and come over to shower me with the love I deserve. They noticed, of course, but instead of offering some treats or a toy, they just gave me a quick scratch and moved on with whatever they were doing.
I tried not to let it get to me, but it’s hard. I’ve been with them for so long—haven’t I earned a special day? Haven’t I earned just a little more than the usual routine? Today is the day I should be treated like royalty, not just another day in the life of a cat.
I’m not asking for much. A new catnip mouse would do. Or even a little extra attention. Just a reminder that today is my day. But no, nothing. I guess I’ll just have to wait for tomorrow when they realize they’ve forgotten something important. Maybe they’ll feel guilty. Or maybe they won’t. But honestly, I don’t think it matters anymore. I’ve learned to accept it.
They’ll come around, right? They always do. I know they love me, even if today they seem a little too distracted to remember. But still, it would’ve been nice to hear those magic words: “Happy Birthday, my sweet kitty.” To feel that extra warmth, that extra attention, that extra love.
So for now, I’ll keep my chin up (well, not too far up, I am still a cat after all, and I prefer lounging) and wait for tomorrow. Maybe then they’ll realize their mistake. Or maybe I’ll just continue living my fabulous life, with or without the birthday wishes. After all, I’m a cat, and we’re good at surviving with a little attitude.
But today, just for today, it would’ve been nice to hear a “Happy Birthday”… is that too much to ask? 😒😏
