Braeya is FIVE!

Today is Miss Braeya Jo Jo's fifth birthday.

I got Braeya from my friend Kari, and she was my pick of the litter (literally) because of her gorgeous markings. When I took her to the vet, they asked where I got her, because she was so pretty. I told them she was just a mutt cat born in a garage (and boy does she ever act it, too!). When I told them she was the only kitten in the litter that wasn't black and white, they told me she had to have had a different father. So I came home and told Kari her cat was a tramp. (HA!)

Now that I've aired Braeya's dirty laundry (which is a fair trade for the way she plays in mine), I thought I'd show you life with the very busy five year old birthday girl.

This was taken on Kaegan's birthday. (Told you they were born in a garage...their idea of a fun birthday party is having it in the bathroom.) Anyway. See the red thing over the handle on the toilet? That's a Tupperware onion holder that hides the handle because otherwise Braeya will sit there for hours on end and flush the toilet.
Since this, after all, her home and not mine, she remains very disgusted when I dare to invite guests over. One of the rare exceptions: Miss Rachel Ashley.

Told you she plays in the laundry.

She becomes extremely annoyed if I don't turn on the fireplace for her. She'll sit in front of it, admiring herself in the glass, and cry and cry until I turn it on.

One of her odd quirks: she stands on fleece blankets, holds them in her mouth, and kneads them.

She also licks the snow shovel after I bring it in.

(It's this blessed cute face that keeps her from getting in serious trouble for some of her shenanigans. Those eyes are too beautiful!)

One of her perches. She likes to sit here while I work out and if I'm doing punches, she'll bat at my hands while I do them. I guess it's her version of a workout.

Braeya becomes the laptop. The computer has to move to another location.

When I write, she has to sit on the shelf by the books to watch me.

I have yet to teach her to bring me the coffee...

She not only plays with the toys, she gets them out of the toybox and carries them around the house in her mouth - like a dog.

A moment of innocence.

Always has to be in the photo shoot....

And really really doesn't like it when I leave.

She's been keeping me on my toes since the day she wobbled into the house at the age of six weeks. She's convinced her brother to tolerate her, broken a few Christmas ornaments, helped herself to far more food than I intended to share, and made me laugh so many times. She is the comedy routine in this establishment. Love this girl!!!