Burger birthday

A year ago today, Mac and I took a break from unpacking our apartment in Georgia to grab lunch. We went to a shopping center in Evans that happened to have a PetCo, so we stopped in to see if they had any animals. An hour or so later, we walked out carrying this little fluff ball.

Her original name was Missy, a truly horrible name for a cat. We had decided that our first cats would be named Bonnie and Clyde. Mac didn’t get the memo and called her Purrburger. She’s a snuggly thing and purrs when Mac and I hold her (she does discriminate with the purring).

The past year has been quite an adventure. This little monster has suffered through four ear infections, three bouts of worms, countless embarrassing outfits, and an irrational freakout over a tattoo (she has a tattoo along her spay incision. We thought it was gangrene.). She’s also relished clawing up our chair, love seat, and couch, tearing through a pack of catnip, waking us up at 5 am because she’s hungry, and sitting on top of her carrier during car rides.

Happy birthday / adoption day, Purrburger! We love you!