HELP!

My official feeder's going to celebrate her baby's birthday! How come I NEVER HAD A BIRTHDAY PARTY?

Tadaima!

I'm baaaaaaaaaa~aaack! Now I start to look like my usual self. Decided to saunter away from the neighborhood for a while... only to check whether the official feeder and her family would raise some alarm. The thought that they'd search for me frantically while putting posters with my face on them made me warm all over. I was wrong, though. At least, when I returned, they showed their worries by... taking me to the vet. Not the kind of treatment that I had in mind, but still...