this afternoon, Zool arrived home reeking of scent.
we have no idea how this could have happened – it smelled vaguely like Dior’s Poison (which is appropriate, really), but so strong – as though someone had actually spilled some on her. or, even more terrifying … has she sauntered into one of the neighbouring houses and knocked over a bottle of expensive perfume, then rolled in it? I wouldn’t put anything past her.
so now, just when we thought she couldn’t get any worse, she is a plush, moist, perfumed little cat. Where will it all end?
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