Supervising a Birthday

It is not easy supervising.
Day in and day out I am telling others what to do.

It's my gift.

Today, I had to make sure that everything went right for my mommy's birthday. In human years, she is 25. I wanted some simple gifts for her, a cake, champagne, and a nice dinner. Since the man of the house is likely to forget she has a birthday, I left him some clues. I carved a heart in his leg while he was sleeping...no response, but a little messy. I decided I had to be more "direct", so I just ordered some books from Amazon. When they arrived the following week, the male human signed for the UPS package, shrugged, and said, "I'm good!"

The activities of the day included me making a list for daddy, keeping my sister, Blackberry, out of trouble, deciding where to go for dinner, chilling the champagne, cooking the cake, decorating the cake, and, finally, the gifts.

While Tom, the man of the house, was getting the cake supplies, I was power napping. I put some Benadryl in Blackberry's food and she seems to be sleeping soundly.

So, I was still tired and groggy from my nap, so I had my sister, Blackberry, make the cake and frost it. I instructed her to make a double decker cake. I tried to tell her the proper way to do it, but it looked horrible! That's what happens when you don't do it yourself!


I had to jump down from my cat tower and finish the cake.

What do you think?

I chose a nice place for the humans to eat dinner in nearby Santa Maria. It was an American cuisine with a Louisiana twist. The place was called Chef Ricks. I found out about this place from my friend Lars who is a band called Metallica. Here's a picture with him and the Chef.
The humans arrived home after dark sometime. It was time for the party!

Cake was eaten, champagne was drank, then it was time to open gifts. My mommy got two books and a cards from all of us.



It was a tough day for me but it was worth it...Happy Birthday Mommy!