I remember when we first met. I was chasing off that large group of people and you fell off the head of a little person (I think they’re called children?). I dusted you off with a gentle paw and carefully took you to the watering hole.
Our first date spiraled into our second and third, and now, here we are. Your colors are still as bright, your fringe-y things on top are beautiful.
My dear party hat, please continue to love me, for I know no other love than yours.
I love you,
Your ever-faithful cheetah