Happy Birthday my darling Truman.
Truman is a brat. The anti-ragdoll, ragdoll. He has a mind of his own that is always working on something, likely vindictive in nature if the time calls for it, or maybe just trying to find a way to get onto, into, or out of something he's not supposed to. He's courageous, resourceful (a cat? what?), and extremely determined. He loves his young brother, still occasionally challenges his old brother, but hardly ever wants and any type of affection from my wife nor I. He was our first kitten together, and as challenging as he's been, we truly adore him.
He has the funniest sense of humor, he follows us everywhere we go in the house. He wakes from a dead sleep and sprints to the door to greet us when we arrive unless he was already there waiting, and he insists being at his favorite spot by the door to tell me good bye every morning when I leave for work. Though he has crossed eyes (I used to try and convince others that it was a temporary or occasional thing) he is the most beautiful cat that I have ever laid my eyes on. He glides across a room in the most majestic fashion and is very photogenic.
Sorry about my boasting, but this is a cat forum, and I'm sharing my first baby boy on his birthday. Thanks for reading.