Ever since my teenage years I've been the proud owner of a more then terrific cat called Abraham. He's a real hoot, very intelligent and even listens. Or he simulates 'listening' very well, I don't know.
I found him as a young cat on a Saturday night, in front of a bar where I had been partying. Around three in the morning I stumbled outside and noticed the cat. Some drunk peasants tried to catch it and kick it, and I felt like it was my duty to save him. I caught it, brought him home and promised my mom to take him to the asylum the next day.
Naturally, as I lived in Goes at the time, the asylum was closed on Sunday. "Never mind", I told my mom, "I'll take him later this week". Obviously, that didn't happen. I named him and he became my cat. I paid for his shots and registrations and my mom made me swear I'd take care of him. And I've been doing so ever since.
But the thing is that I have no idea how old he is. I estimate he was a little under a year old when I 'saved' him, but I'm not sure. With a tree, you can cut it down and count the rings. But with cats.. I guess he's fifteen years old now. We never had him a birthday party, but have spoiled him occasionally simply because he's our buddy and a great friend. We call him our child from time to time. He welcomes us home and sleeps on the bed.
One day he fell out of the window and I was afraid I'd lost him forever. I was really upset and ran outside to find him. Luckily I found him within half an hour, because he's somewhat of a coward. He didn't go far and was hiding underneath a car from for a couple of birds. What a woos. But that’s Abraham.
Though he's about fifteen, he's very young and energetic, and I expect him to live for years and years to come. So, Suzanne and I decided it had become time to 'celebrate' Abraham's birthday. He was in need of a new scratching post and a litter box, so the presents were obvious.
With our new place coming up, we thought Abraham was due for a new place as well. Plus, it will make his transition to the new house a lot easier! First, we were afraid he wouldn't like it, but his scratching post was accepted within minutes after we put it down. His new litter box (which is triangle shaped in stead of the usual square one) hasn't been tested yet, but that's a matter of time..