Back in the 20th Century, My parents and I were having a meal before going to another room to open gifts, when there came the sound of paper being torn in that room.
My father stood up saying, “The d@mn cat is getting into the presents!” and he rushed to the “scene of the crime.” Mom and I followed.
And there was Zerker, tearing into a present. But only one: the one for her.
Happy Breathday!