Penny was the HCBIC. Head Cat Bitch in Charge, despite our frequent attempts to dethrone her. The lone fire-crotch in a house full of darkies. The misunderstood, first-born, spoiled-rotten, guard cat. One minute she's swiping at you as you walk by, the next she's in your face, pressing her little wet nose to yours. My dancing, singing, parrot-like, tube sock wearing, nail painting, wine drinking best friend. We lost Penny in May of 2009 to advanced stage kidney cancer. Her legacy lies in these pages, her influence is all encompassing.
The studios are Greta's brainchild, purely imaginary and serve only to stroke her own ego, which, let's be frank doesn't need any more help.
Regardless, Greta loves to make things. Cats love to sit on them.
Regardless, Greta loves to make things. Cats love to sit on them.
It's a match made in heaven.
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