fancy lady

She was going to have to talk to the fancy lady ghost after all.

“Okay, first you’re going to want to pick up the teapot,” the fancy lady said, and Ophie did so.

No one had asked Ophie her opinion on anything in a very long time, and it was nice to think that this very polished, very fancy lady cared what she thought.

One cat is named Skimbleshanks, and he lives on a train; one cat is named Mr. Mistoffelees, and he’s a magician; and there’s a fancy lady cat named Grizabella, except she’s not so fancy anymore; and, in the end, Old Deuteronomy picks Grizabella and she dies and gets to ride a big tire up to heaven, and that’s the end!

I poured myself a glass of $6.99 rosé from Trader Joe’s, because I know how to treat a fancy lady right.