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It's Chase's birthday today. He's been getting more evil lately. I'd walk past him and he'd swipe at my ankle for no particular reason. He'd climb up the couch, make sure that you're looking at him, then start scratching. He'd stay out really late at night and won't jump up the gate, even if he can, because he wants me to open it for him. He'd rustle plastic bags at 5 in the morning because he wants to be late out. I thought they were supposed to mellow with age, but it seems like the years have made him feel that he has the right to demand more from us. He's so spoiled and he's a real brat, but I love him anyway.
Happy birthday, Chase.
Happy birthday, Chase.