Marilyn realized it might have seemed hypocritical of her to have a cat, considering the bad blood between herself and Walnut...but her cat was special. Both of her pets were special...

Anyhow, she was just sitting there with Bella, curled up on her lap...and Isis, perched on her shoulder. She wondered vaguely when they would begin...The blonde had owls to write and send out, had some catalog shopping to do...

*sigh*

Isis: I cannot believe this girl has brought me out here...