Purrsday

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Today Olivia told me of the theory that your personality is strongly influenced by the most important half-dozen people around you. 

"Some people say you're actually just an amalgam of them," she went on. 

This was after she had rather sniffily rejected a Filipino sweet that Nenita had given me. "It's PURPLE," she observed. 

"Oh my god you are turning into Briar," I responded*.

"You'll notice I've started rolling my eyes more as well," she added. 

"Oh no!" I cried. "You've been FAZZIED."

Fazzy rolls her eyes at me. Often. She loves giving me crap. For example, Fazzy and the other FOBs had given me this t-shirt NOT ONE MONTH ago and then she complained I never wear it. 

"I've worn it loads since you gave it to me!" I protested. "INCLUDING the night you gave it to me."

"That doesn't count," said Fazlyn. And then she demanded photo evidence of the other occasions.

As a result, I wore it today and Olly took this photo with me. I do not think it will quiet Fazzy entirely. She will find something else to give me grief about. 

But at least for today, it was Purrsday from Fazzy and the FOBs.

S.

* Briar won't eat anything if it is green. "Toxic sludge!" she cries.