This morning, as it is yours truly’s natal day, MamaRubi got the festivities going by giving me the traditional “buttered nose.” The butter itself didn’t last long, because Zouzou took it upon herself to lick it off. (Nice kitty.)

But where the heck does this tradition come from? Do any of you start your birthdays with butter on the schnozz? Please enlighten me in the comments.

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