I wasn't sure She would, She's a bit absent-minded sometimes and there have been times She has fur-gotten!
Like when She fur-got My Birthday last month!
Of course, She is several hundred years old already, by Our Reckoning, so She can't help fur-getting things now and then (mol).
But this year, She has actually been going on about it for at least a week and reminding Me that Today is My Gotcha Day!
My Third Gotcha Day, to be purr-cise.
Some of you may remember when I furrst came to live with Big Sisfur Trixie and Mummy. I was furry tiny then. This is the furrst picture Mummy effur took of me:
A month passed and I grew and grew, and Mummy kept snapping away with her Flashy Box, and telling people how cute I was:
I don't know why it is, but for some reason, Humans seem to love that pose, and I myself soon learned that they consider it an open invitation to snorgle my belly.
So I purr-fected it:
and still use it today:
When I furrst arrived, there was just Mummy and Trixie and Me. Trixie taught Me about all sorts of Impawtant Things, like Smacky-Paws Boxing and Bird-Watching.
By the time Our New Little Brofur Shimshi joined Us, a year later, I was already a Grown-Up Kitty and was able to pass on all I had learned from Trixie, plus a few other things I had picked up along the way - such as Synchronised Sleeping Techniques.
I must confess, I quite like being a Big Brofur.
Yes, I have to say, Life is Good.
Caspurr, the Tigger-Tabby King