birthday

It looked like a tiny tiger with a big head and a pointed nose and gold and brown stripes. It was a baby - a day each for each of her years. She sighed. At least it was prettier than the last one. A frown puckered her brow.
Would it...?
She smashed the paperweight down, cutting short the whispered mewl. Blood pooled on the peach floor. It smelt like rust.