Happy Birthday, Ida!

Today it's 11 years since this sullen looking one was born. Given the pedigree name of S*Alway's Igraine - which turned into the homish name of Ida, short and sweet.

She wasn't really happy at catshows, so she was retired from that cirque at an rather early stage. She was very serious about and good at being a mother though, one of the kittens being flying squirrel darling Eulalia another being the infamous bird butcher Knut.

After being neutered years ago, she hasn't done much ado, mostly just smelled the flowers, enjoyed the food - as opposed to not enjoyed the company of the loaf doggie - having loads of beauty sleep - because of course one can't look this good at the cat age of 11 without a lot of rejuvenating naps - and now and then made sure everyone who thinks they are someone is properly snubbed.

Her fur nowadays needs a lot of grooming - if not, she can easily be mistaken for a long pile rug. As many cream and red cats she has with age developed lots of moles.

But her amber eyes are still amazing, and with a certain regal disdained and aloof look in them. Her charming glum expression still reminds me of that of a boxer and her jammer meows certainly still sounds like a dove's.

The birthday treats will be served this evening - happy birthday, Ida!!