I know you’ll consider letting Simon in on the fun;
but only maybe, just maybe.
On this, the eve of her sixth birthday, I solemnly swear to always give up my seat on the couch for you little girl. May you stay happy and smiley, and bullheaded and stubborn for the years to come. Happy birthday Rosee!
“Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.”
From the Sorting Hat’s Song, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, pg. 118.
Last year at this time it was Rosee getting sorted into the House of Slytherin in the world of Harry Potter. This year?
Shadow: the mischievous, cunning, stop-at-nothing-to-get-his-way, tabby cat. He climbs on top of everything throughout the house. He searches out any kind of food unwittingly left out on any countertop. He even does his best interpretation of a pathetic life-form with his beg trick.
He makes messes; he tries to intimidate the other cats; he stops at nothing to feed the monster in his belly!
And yet his greatest trick? Stealing his humans’ hearts!