As usual the dining room falls silent when I walk through the door. As usual Rover calls to me and I run a gauntlet of comments jibes and sharp elbows to get to my place. Pixie, the fey who had introduced me to the wonder of my aripa caz, is prime among my tormentors and never misses an opportunity to belittle, insult, embarrass or even physically hurt me. To be fair to him he is usually fed by Valentine and, on the odd occasion when I come across him in the halls alone, he usually gives me a lo