First, a confession: I kind of lied on the “About” section of this blog when I said Princess Piggy Poo was born October 1, 2011. It really wasn’t a flat-out lie, I’m math challenged. I adopted her October 16 and the pet store said she was four weeks old. They may be fibbing a bit too, so I’m guessing her birthday is between September 11 and 18. (If I have to pick a date, I’ll go with my friend Rachel’s birthday, September 12, since she paid for Princess Piggy Poo.)
All in all it’s been a good year for Princess Piggy Poo. She appears to be happy, healthy and accustomed to her lot in life. We’ve fallen into our rhythm—cuddle time in the morning, crudités for breakfast, NPR entertaining while I’m at work, nightlight automatically on before I get home, cuddle time before bed and reset. Routine seems to comfort her, as much as it challenges me.
For her birthday time frame, I’ll go to Whole Foods and purchase a healthy bunch of organic cilantro (because she’s worth it). After knowing her so well for a whole year now, I’m confident it’s her favorite treat. Naturally I want her to have a happy birthday. After all, she’s so damn cute and I love the little critter.