The suspense is killing her. Furthermore, it has recently come to my attention that Marzipan is not even her real name. The official adoption papers list one kitten fitting her physical description, but going by the name of Mercedes. Who is this imposter living among us, chewing on the curtains, abusing small bunnies, and lolling on vintage paperbacks?
Meanwhile, a certain individual who until now had no particular love of felines was recently seen sketching this image of a cat resting comfortably on a chair in our home. Will the mysteries never cease?