Final birthday present

Last night the cat puked twice: Once on the chair and once on the floor.

I rose from my chair to begin the cleaning process when Elysha stopped me in my tracks.

“I’ll do it,” she said. “You don’t have to pick up cat puke on your birthday.”

It’s a good rule of thumb, and it was also one of the nicest gifts I received for my birthday.

The gift of time. The gift of self-sacrifice.

The avoidance of cat puke.

I think I’ll write her a thank you note.