One Year in Arcadia

I got a message in the mail from ol' supreme dictator Tortimer himself this evening.

The model wasn't so great, but then I realized, it's been one year since I moved into Arcadia! And all that I have (and haven't yet) accomplished! What a year.

I'm surprised I got the message on time. Lately, Pete's been a little... "bird-brained", as Pompom called it. Why Pompom would use an insult that could be directed back at her own species, I don't know. But I can hear him murmuring little tidbits about his love life before he realizes how behind he is and scurries back to the postal system.

Surprisingly enough, he mentioned that it's not Pelly he's currently falling head-over-heels for.

It's Phyllis.

I see he likes to play hard-to-get.

Yes, that's Kid Cat's hiding spot down there.

Pompom was also pretty mad about all the mail problems. She was wondering why everything she sent was getting lost in the mail.

She said that "the most adorable-ist girl in town" could work as her address.

I... can't say I agree. But I'm not one to judge. Oh well.

Sable started talking to me! She's actually quite humble and friendly now, instead of closed-off and cold like she used to be. She even offered me a cup of tea sometime. How sweet. She and Mable got into a little bit of a tussle that I have yet to understand.

So the plot thickens.

I've had a lot of pent-up excitement about a new resident these past few days. It took longer than I thought it would for someone to take Bud's place (it seemed like he'd never move out), but once I noticed a new house, I opened the door and let myself right in.

What I saw slightly disturbed me.

This rabbit is oddly... albino.

Nice first impression, I suppose.

Ruby, she told me, is her name. She seems to be very jittery and easily upset, but I think we can make amends.