Ah cats. They’re bloody lunatics. They divide the nation. You love ’em or you hate ’em. But, once in a blue moon, once in a swish of a feline’s whiskers there comes a cat who does something so darn close to our heart strings we can’t help but sob deep, affirming and understanding sobs of understanding. You cat. Yes you, you get it.
You understand that on our birthdays, we will shove our full face in a cake full of saturated fat goodness and we will not give a damn. We will live our lives to the full and not give in to the naysayers and haters. Let them all eat cake!
Such a noble creature is the feline below. On it’s birthday it knew what it wanted. And it bloody had its cake and ate it too. Do likewise.
Get it all up in your deserving face.
You will never be me.