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When the editor takes the dogs out for a walk, my mini majesties follow them like it's their job... because it is. They need to make sure the editor and the dogs don't do anything they're not supposed to do.

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My son Hazel was recently ambushed by a most uncivilized creature. Naturally, he survived:  He is my son, after all. The editor has been fussing over him nonstop, which I suppose is acceptable… though he was already quite magnificently spoiled. 

As you can see, he is healing beautifully. In fact, today he demanded a walk. He is brave and dramatic. Clearly, he takes after me.

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This fabulous feline is now working on her masterpiece number eight.

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I, Pishi Pooch, seasoned traveler of nine lives, extend my most distinguished wishes to my dearest Persian darlings. May your days be lined with golden sunlight, your bowls generously filled, and your humans unusually obedient. Happy Nowruz!

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Today my kittens are one year old, which means, technically speaking, they are no longer kittens, though I reserve the right to keep calling them my kittens anytime I want.

They arrived tiny and clueless, but under my excellent supervision they have grown into proper young cats. Under my expert supervision, however, they have grown into strong, clever, respectable young cats. 

I must reluctantly acknowledge the editor. She has been… somewhat useful. While I handled the important duties, the editor performed the more mundane tasks. In fairness, she did an acceptable job. Not perfect, of course, but acceptable... as she should. Still, the credit remains primarily mine. 

So today we celebrate: twelve months of growth, mischief, and magnificent feline development. There will be extra food, extra lounging, and perhaps a ceremonial knocking of something off the table: a proper celebration.