Well, she ran away from the catnip bubbles.  She’s not fond of the whole “cat” thing anyway!  When we blew out the candle on her tuna cake, she wished that mommy ( that’s me!) would stay home more and give her more attention.  Then she ate ravenously.  Maybe I’ll get her a dog for her birthday next year.  That way she’ll feel less like the cat she is!  Ugh!