Hello to you, Guardian of Rocky’s Galaxy!

It’s JUNE!  Here in the house of miscellaneous delights, we’re cheering on the last big wiggle into the summer season.  The grills are sizzling, the pools are open, and the squeal of school bus brakes every weekday will cease—for a few months, at least.  The last sign that summer is truly “ON” will be the appearance of “Back To School” displays and, shortly thereafter, the black and orange visual slap of Halloween merchandise in stores!

Back to June, though.  This month is an incredibly important one for HRH Rocky and lovely folks (like you!) who share such love and generosity with this goofy specimen of a cat.  Why?

🎉IT’S ROCKY’S BIRTHDAY!🎉

 

That’s right!  You heard it here and you heard it true: Rocky’s birthday is approximately the start of June, and with the month of the summer solstice in full swing, that means our boy is now FOUR years old!  The magnificence of that notion is such that I struggle to express it without sounding redundant and/or overly excited.  I say NAY to that doubt, however: let the magnificence shine!

Rocky has trotted another year around the sun; this means he’s now had three years’ worth of trotting that, initially, were uncertain at best.  The question of whether or not Rocky could have the strength to make it to or past his first birthday was an open and uncomfortable one.  It carried the heaviness of a single exchanged glance and a resigned sigh.

How long we have loved Rocky is a tremendous thing.  We have loved him before he was; we love him as he is; we love him as he will be.  How many sun-circumnavigating trots does Rocky have in him?  I cannot say; it is an idea built from silence.  In the face of that silence, I suggest doing what Rocky does best: shine.

Let that magnificence SHINE.

Outside of the pure giddiness of turning four, I’m pleased to say he’s as very “Rocky” as can be—enjoying stability, “helping” fold laundry, yelling for treats, stalking spring toys, and finding increasingly taller spots to scout.  Oh,  he’s also “helping” monitor the cycling of a goldfish aquarium.  I use the term helping rather liberally here; I am also certain little Ponyo appreciates it.

(Probably not.)

Loudly and proudly, all fans of a sooty bedspring of a cat:  say it with me:

Cheers to four years!

With a full heart and tremendous gratitude for your loving support, may the month of June be one of great joy!

Your correspondent,
Carrie