Golden Girl
Recently, I had a bit of a crisis—I turned six. I even thought I spotted a wrinkle in the mirror, but it turned out to be a scratch from playing with Pearl.
On my birthday, I was daydreaming about going on an expensive shopping spree or taking a long vacation. But when I arrived at work, everything was… normal. Some humans were chatting in the conference room, some making coffee (still don’t get the appeal), and no one mentioned my big day. At first, I was tempted to pout over the lack of celebratory treats*, but honestly, after the wrinkle scare, it was kind of nice. As the day went by, I realized I’m not getting old—I’m aging like fine cheese (the kind I’m not allowed to have). I think I’m even going to have myself a round of zoomies tomorrow to prove it. Here’s to more golden years ahead!
*This story is for entertainment purposes only. Bash did indeed receive an extra treat on her big day.