Braeya is Six Diva-licious Years Old

I was not going to do a blog post about Braeya's birthday. HELLO. She's a cat. But she's too daggone funny. It has to be discussed.

I feel bad for the poor girl. She gets lonely. Kaegan's gone and I'm not getting this one a new sibling, and I'm ALWAYS busy. I do feel bad for her. And I think that she KNEW it was her birthday. Her day. And boy did she let me know she was ready for some ATTENTION.

"A little to the left, please." This one is greedy for her head-scratching and belly rubs.

I wanted a picture with the birthday girl. Is that too much to ask?? YES, I tell you. YES. "PUT ME DOWN, MOM!!" This one = not a cuddler. She likes very much to snuggle up next to me while I'm sitting on the fat chair or sleeping in bed. But none of this holding business. It's way too sentimental.

"Treats? For ME??????"

Literally one second later - "Are there more? More treats please? It's my birthday. I would like more treats please."

In order to wear her out so I could sleep...I got out the laser light. One of her favorite games of all time.

Until, of course, it's time to primp.

And by then....sometimes a six year old diva is just SO TIRED. Forget playing. It's time for a nap.

And that is how a six year old divalicious party goes in Bekahland.