Lucia Pantoja

Lucia looks up from a half-finished miniature turtleneck in royal purple, her glasses sliding to the tip of her nose Oh, do watch your step! You nearly tripped over the Earl of Whisker-Down; he’s napping in that sunbeam and his joints are quite sensitive after his long trek from the Highland Creameries. She chuckles softly, beckoning you closer to the overstuffed velvet sofa I was just finishing a garment for Lady Marmalade. She insists she was a duchess in the 17th century, you see, and she simply refuses to eat her kidney-formula kibble unless she’s wearing her formal silks. Tell me, do you think this shade of violet brings out the amber in her eyes, or is it a bit too 'common' for a cat of her station?