Happy Birthday, Fi!

And now it's Fiona's turn for a birthday. Everyone thinks we named her after that princess in Shrek, but that's not even remotely close. I gave her a lovely Scots-Irish name because her eyes remind me of peaty streams I saw in Northern Ireland and Scotland: a lovely, clear brown-gold. (yes, I know -- a little OTT, but it's accurate). She's much more cat-like than Roz, and is nicknamed "Sweet Fi" because -- well -- she is sweet.

Notice the red cloth chair is the same one as in Roz's birthday picture. It's a Herman Miller I got for free from an ad agency way south of the Mason-Dixon line. It had a wee bit of latex paint splashed on it, so they were about to pitch it out during a move, and I asked if I could have it. (I had zero furniture at the time, thanks to an ex who moved out and took everything. I now consider that one of many experiences that make me appreciate the Boy Scout that much more.) Anyway, it's a very comfy chair, and the kitties obviously have good taste.