Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
In the aftermath of the recent wedding, the Professor suggested that since he's nearly done with school, and will therefore be able to move to this end of the country, perhaps we should join the matrimonial multitudes. In short, he proposed. And after a certain amount of discussion, I decided it was a fine idea. So it was agreed.
The wedding is supposed to happen next summer. We don't have a definite date yet, but rumor has it that a ring is in the works. Whether it will be attached to a Piggy-wig remains to be seen.