Twelve Years

Our dear Kalle is twelve today. As is customary, a lot of shrimp was on offer. He and his fellows Essu and Junnu ate up dozens of that delicacy.

We're very happy over Kalle's condition. Proper medication helped him to overcome the chronic constipation he suffered from for years. It turned out he had a painful trauma in his spine. Doing the stool hurt him. A little pill takes care of that.

To characterize him, I want to tell about a daily habit of his. After the late-afternoon lunch, he demands that me or my ladyfriend follow him to the bedroom and nap in his company. It's a great way to kill stress. He purrs like a spinning machine.