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Today is Norbert's birthday, so I decided to make a little tribute for my three pets.

This is Rocco in one of his very rare calm lapses. He's five years old, completely trained and still convinced that he's a puppy, which means that if you pet him, he will tackle you and lick your face off.

This is our oldest pet, Cozmo. My pet raising experience has awared me of a personality defect: I definitely play favorites. Cozmo was a present for my third birthday, so he is not half as young as Rocco. He's pretty social, for a cat, and has a particular fondness of crawling into purses when we have guests. He used to come into my room when I was supposed to be sleeping when he was a kitten. Usually we had staring contests, which he usually won by pawing me in the eye, or he would jump on my bed and attack my feet. Now he is much less active and usually just sleeps in one of the warm, sunny places in our house, but he is still the best cat in the world.

That's Norbert. And this is pretty much all he does. He's one today. Happy birthday, you lazy little furball.

One of Rocco's favorite pass times is staring out windows, supervising the goings on of the outside world (be it birds, neighbors, cars or the Youngling.) and voicing his opinion on how they should proceed loudly enough to rouse both of his fellow pets.

Cozmo also has a serious weight issue going on. What used to be a small, fuzzy cat is now a large, fluffy glob of chub. Seriously. I can (and have) hid the Youngling's Lego minifigures in Cozmo's chunkiness and he won't find them until Cozmo gets up. It's quite amusing, especially when Rocco starts chasing him and he speed-waddles away, discarding Legos as he goes.

Once, Caribou was coming over and let herself in. Rocco, not knowing who it was, started growling menacingly from another room. He then came racing in to protect me- with his blankie. My hero.

May the Force be ever in your favor.

xx Kati