Birthday Letter


via Boys with Beards with Cats

Happy birthday, Dad!

Today I offer up a special cat blog post for the gentleman who gave child-me black and white photocopies of Clint Eastwood’s face to color on in lieu of coloring books. (At least, this is my memory.)

Also, there was this:


Yes, that is my dad. He is a brainy mustached scientist, a man who equally loves a well-outlined plan and as he does getting lost on backroads and casually mentioning that they are haunted by some murdered bride. He walks in airport mode. He climbs mountains and fishes streams and watches B-movies and reads about Abraham Lincoln and is currently on a moon kick. He is a swift editor, a wry wit, an early riser.

He also pretends not to like cats, but this is obviously false. (See above image.)

Happy birthday, Dad! I am, as always, proud to be a member of your progeny.

“Kitty!” “Doggie!”

About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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