Tabitha gives her surroundings a cool gaze and presses her chin into her neck. What a self-satisfied turtle. She dares you to rustle her feathers, and those who don’t know her will be wary; those who do know she’d be the first to back off. Because she’s fear coated in deceptive spit and noise. Trying to love her is just as difficult. She is finicky with affection. Put your arms around her and she’ll slip out like a soaped piglet. An ill-timed smile could rankle her. A split second of love given in small doses is a little more than she’ll accept. Tabitha is a jerk. Tabitha is my favorite.