Marilyn, Kibble and Snowy are very pleased with the newly finished house in Brdigeport.
No magazine came to try to interview Marilyn and no paparazzi are to be seen….yet….
:D
I am back in Marilyn’s house, where Kibble finally aged up. Isn’t he a handsome fellow?
At long last, Kibble and Snowy have reached “friends” status and no longer snub each other when they try to socialize beyond “sniff”.
:3
Kibble, playing with Snowy’s catnip mouse while she isn’t looking…
Snowy: I want to make it clear, who the queen is around here….
Kibble: I cannot compete with this….
Marilyn quit her job working as an interior decorator after her big interivew with Vogue magazine.
“I liked interior design, but I loved interviewing for the magazine even more. That little taste of fame was sweet…so I decided to become a movie star!”
Her hours changed and she is home less, so finding Kibble was perfect. Snowy doesn’t need to be alone anymore.
Kibble: “Why do I smell raccoon?”
Lookit what Marilyn found sleeping on her front stoop! She swiped him up and and named him Kibble.
“Snowy needs a fella in her life. Goodness knows it is hard enough to find!”
