Lizzie is the first pet I've ever had whose birthday is completely unknown (except to Scientists). The tag on her cage at the cat pound said she was 2 months old, but it also said her name was "Chardonnay", so we're taking that with a grain of salt. Anyway, she was probably born about now, and last year we proclaimed her birthday to be Cinco de Mayo, but this year we forgot, so it's Seis de Mayo.

Happy Birthday, Lizzie. We're proud of you. You yelled loud enough for food this morning that you actually got Erica to feed you breakfast. Turns out the cat pound was dead on about the "part Siamese" part.