Our little Butterscotch is now five years old, give or take.
When we rescued her last year, she was starving and her teeth were in awful shape. The vet guessed her age at about three. We assigned her a birthdate of Aug. 21, since that was the day she became part of our household.
Today, a week after Butterscotch had to undergo some nasty dental work (from which she is recovering beautifully!), the vet revised the estimate of her age. Instead of celebrating her fourth birthday, we will have five candles in ... well, whatever we might put candles in for her. Maybe we'll just show her a picture of five candles and give her some kitty treats.