Farty Bum Cheeks

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Today it is Caro's birthday. I have bought her THREE gifts because, one from Punky, one from Jasper, one from me. That is how it works in the land of crazy cat folk.

I wanted the presents to be good. This is because she has already received some that were not so good from her family. Notably, a pair of blue pyjamas with the word "Paris!" on the front. Also, the pyjama bottoms are short - the size of shorts - and lacy.

"I've never even BEEN to Paris!" complained Caro. "I don't even LIKE the French! Do my family even KNOW me?"

I decided that me and the cats needed to put in a bit of effort to get something for Caro that she would really like. So, we all got her vouchers because we are boys and therefore useless.

I remembered that Caro went to this place near the supermarket to get something done, but I wasn't sure what. All I knew was that this place has a little white dog that hangs out as the clients get their facials or pedicures or what-have-you.

So I went into this place and said, "Hello, I think my wife comes in here. Do you have a little white dog?"

The lady looked puzzled. I tried to explain. She pointed me at another place opposite. I tried again there.

This time I had located the right place. So the lady helped me pick out a treatment* and now I looked like a thoughtful husband**.

All the same, Caro was very happy with her gifts. And she made a big fuss of Jasper and Punky for being so thoughtful.

S.

* A facial and a massage.

** Although technically I was just taking money from the joint account Caro uses anyway to go to this place. So it's not so much a "present" as a "concept of a present".