Dear [Death’s Verdict],
We haven’t been seeing each other very long, and I’m starting to have some concerns. I felt like I was the luckiest man alive when I won you over your many other suitors; and indeed, we’ve put up some beautiful numbers together. Now, though, I feel like you’re trying to change me, whenever we’re with our friends. I’ve always had a certain taste in jewelry, and your intoxicating effect makes my old gemstones…well…not so great any more. In order to look my greatest, I’ll have to find some new cuts, but my old ones accessorized all my forms so well! I know I can’t let you go, but times like this sometimes make me long for my days in blue.
Your favorite cat,