3 years ago today, Mom found me at the local Humane Society. They said I was about 2 years old, so that makes me 5 years old today. Aren't you impressed with my math skills?
As you can see, I was a bit skinny, when Mom first took me home. I was a stray, wandering the streets, so I hadn't been eating much. And I didn't eat much at the shelter either. Living in a metal cage didn't agree with me.
I'm thinking Mom will be bringing home hot dogs or cheeseburgers or ice cream tonight for dinner... or maybe all three! [That's a hint, Mom.]