7:30 a.m. I went from bleary-eyed to full-blown panic in a heartbeat as Mike started awake and asked “Where’s Kirby?” then raced to the window where the expanding flap on the air conditioner was gaping open. He pulled aside the curtain and there you were, sitting outside, on top of the air conditioner. The air conditioner in our second floor window. I threw on shoes and my bathrobe and ran downstairs and outside, as Mike first tried to get a firm grip on you and bring you inside, then decided you were squirming so much it was safer to try to talk you back indoors. By the time I got to the yard you were safely back inside, having climbed in on your own.
Our first year with you has been interesting, to say the least, and if your adventure this morning is any indication, you’ll be keeping us on our toes through year two. Happy Gotcha Day, buddy. We love you and are so happy you’re a part of our lives.
Naughty! Congratulations on the celebration of your 1-year. It’s pretty much a guarantee it will not be boring.
Oh Kirbles!!! you done scared your mommy and daddy into some more grey hairs…but what a good boy to come in on your own. Happy Gotcha Day, and best wishes for many many more!
Oh my, why do they do these things to us!?! What a handsome boy Kirby has become. His stripes keep getting more dramatic as they get bigger