P - A - R - T - why? Coz I gotta!
So no end of fun round here these days. Had another party. As it should be. Annie the (self-styled) neighbourhood Granny organised a top bash just for me.
I was weighed at the start to see how heavy I had become. A bit rude I thought, but everyone seemed to think my weight gain was definitely an achievement. We played pass the baby and opened tons of pressies, all for me. Yay.
Not to mention the food. Get a look at that juicy cake.
None for me of course, but it kept the old fogies quiet for ten minutes. Nice to see some oooohs and aaaahs focused on something other than me. Fortunately it didn't last for too long either...
...but can you blame 'em? Damn I'm good at cute. Although, mostly, I was sleeping for that party, it once again reminded me Mam of having to carry home me Pop (and vice versa, so Daddy says). Thanks Annie and everyone -Petra, Mrs Bayer, Jean, Isobel, Tita Linda, Lola Mila and of course Gordon- for a fan-dabby-doozy party. 
Hey it's tiring work socialising all the time. Here, I am in Gordon's arms, but Lola and me got our heads down on the couch for a few zeds. Right in fornt of everyone too. hehehehe my cool jetlagged Lola... Hope she doesn't mind me telling everyone.
Ach what the heck, as Oscar Wilde would say: “Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party”
More gossip later.
Missy Maya DT
1 comment:
dear maya, our folks are so amused at our ability to gain weight. what are we to do - they feed us, cater to our every whim, and cuddle us til it's almost harrassment.. don't you just love it?
oh and thank you tita jules, i've heard so much about you... especially that you look exactly like maya's mum.
luv, amori
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