We celebrated Plywood’s birthday this past Thursday. We figure he is 6, but we are not exactly sure since he adopted us. He was small and skinny when he wandered into our yard in the summer of 2016 begging for food. Tina fed him, and we ended up with a cat.
He’s at the table waiting for his birthday cake (of sardines and salmon)!
He’s kind of a pain in the neck with food. He thinks it’s a restaurant.