It is my foster bro, Leroy's B-day. He is an old fart and turned 8. We didn't care for the party hats and just wanted the cake. Foster mom kept on using the flashy box when all three of us were telling her to get to the yummy stuff! I'm sure he got prezzies, i don't care what they are, i'll probably steal 'em later since i am da queen around here...
We all finally did get some yummy cake...*drools* I go see if there is any more left over, bha-bye!
Here is da birthday boy
I'm not interested, give me cake!
Da "goose"
Yummers!
