Yes. That's the day I got my Harley. My baby cat. My Devil's Spawn Whom I Almost Love More Than The iPod I Currently Do Not Have. I do not actually know the real birthdays of my fur-children, so in my household (which is SO cold. Sigh. Air-conditioning.) we celebrate anniversaries.
So in honor of the two-year anniversary of Harley, who woke me four times in a span of 11 minutes just after 3 a.m. because she thought, "Hey, fun! Let's attack the blankets!" here is a list.
And there you have it. I love her. And I'd go into a babble of itty-bitty, squishy, baby cat names that I secretly call her, but then you would throw up in your mouth, and we can't have that.