Okay, it may not be his birthday, but several years ago, my silly husband picked a day to celebrate our cat. (Middle age childless couples can be very odd this way.) He was an orphan, hand raised by a vet, spent his first year in a cage until our Top Cat was euthanized. I brushed at my tears and pointed to Simon and asked “can we have him?” The vet nodded enthusiastically. Turns out, Simon never stops talking! He can fetch, say “mom” (okay, I choose to think that’s what he says), and he’s really, really long. Happy Birthday Simon!