My name is Buck Moss and I was born on the Fourth of July!
I'm just going to sit here in my down cat position and watch the sky for smoke.
One more rocket boom and I'm getting under the blanket.
I'm strong!
I'm virile!
I'm handsome!
I kick other cat's arses!
Yesterday was my birthday!
I'm 14!
I wonder when that lazy good-for-nothing Wyatt Earp Moss is going to jump up here and lick me.
My mama thinks I'm cute!
I'm going to stare at her until she pets me.
I can use the power of my subconscious mind to make her come to me NOW.
Where is everyone !!!?
MARY ANN MOSS
Happy birthday Buck. What a fine looking fella you are.
My childhood kitty Tink lived to be 22.
My Mom took good care of him after I left home and danced across the country.
I think that he lived on her Super-Love.
She said that it was sheer cat-creepyness. We love creepy cats, although I have only the shouting dogs now.
Happy B-Day Buck.
You’re adorable.
You kinda look like your Mom.
Happy Birthday, Buck Moss!
Happy Birthday Buck! Keep on keepin on!! I wish you were my cat….my cat keeps locking herself in my bathroom and knocking her head against the door (loudly) until I rescue her. I am hoping this does not reflect poorly on my parenting skills.
Hilarious cat stream of consciousness! Happy Bday to Buck and thanks for the laugh:)