Here's the birthday boy! This morning he shared a celebratory can of tuna with is feline housemates, and this evening they'll be having a catnip party.
Calling today his birthday is kinda arbitrary-- his mother was one of our many street cats. But just before Halloween 2001, something happened to his mother. So one day, this scrawny, starving kitten walked up to me and my dog in our yard, and said "help!" Moses came into the house, had a big meal and some water, got hissed at by my cat, sniffed by the dog, and never left. The vet said he was born at the end of August, and he might have died of starvation in a few days if I hadn't taken him in.
Now he's a very big guy, and he's going to make sure he never risks starvation again. For a fixed male, he has strong maternal instincts-- when Joe joined the household a few years ago, he still wanted to nurse. This little kitten would latch onto Moses' non-functional nipples and go to work, and Moses would just lie there with a blissed-out look in his eyes...



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