At about 4 months old, Rosie joined our family in October 1997. He was such a sweet little thing. He was about 6 pounds with big feet and big ears. They didn't seem to match the rest of him, but I knew he would grow into them. He was going to be a big cat. If you think Rosie is a strange name for a male cat, you can read how he got his name here.
After many years of chronic allergies, sinus problems and several rounds of diabetes, we arrived at the celebration of his 16th birthday on June 1, 2013, although the actual date is unknown.
I went to my local Walmart for supplies.
I opened a can of chicken to make chicken salad - especially so that Rosie could lick the can. It is a treat he enjoys very much, and after all, it is his day!
That was good, mama.
This was a 10 oz. can of chicken. As you can see, it is just "head sized".
Clean up time!
How do I look?
Birthday cake, courtesy of Food Lion. No, Rosie did not eat the cake. He's more of a french fry, pizza crust kinda cat. We call him our carb kitty.