About six years ago, give or take a few days, Beatrice was born. Nine or eleven weeks later, Margaret brought her home.
Yesterday was something vaguely like her sixth birthday. She has aged a little, but has not lost her puppy-cuteness.
Now, on her most recent trip, the vet noticed that someone has been giving her more food for breakfast and dinner since Margaret moved to Durham (AKMA looks innocently away); she’s up to twelve pounds from her ideal weight of nine pounds. So she’s on a diet, even on her kinda birthday. But she still has fluff for brains, a sweet disposition, and is harmless as a butter knife. Happy birthday, Bea!