Tuxedo Cat Edith

The black cotton didn’t stretch as much as I thought is would. She is small.

I tried to grow this little one by stuffing her more than I did with other beakies.

She is stiff, rigid and doesn’t give. Never give way, never give in, never up. The black mark on her right paw is magic, everything she touches is hers.

Fear not, she plays by her own rule. If you touched her, her heart, she is yours, your meowjesty Edith.