Cat: A Dinner and a Murder

Re-caffeinated (slightly prematurely so) I’m off to a murder party, circa 1920s. I’ve been catching up on my flapper lingo and the local attitudes and why everyone wears silly Panama hats in the summer. Mobsters, dolls and café society socialites everywhere.

And I’m sporting a meager, if honest, pencil moustache.

Having never been to a murder party before, I hope to report back.

Assuming I survive. Muhuhahahahahaha!

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