Silky Shambles

After much time spent making the D'arcy estate my personal place of playtime, I felt it was time to come home. That and the maids who'd thought I was so sweet and adorable, had to rid themselves of me after I made that foul man's wardrobe my own personal claw sharpening salon. Regardless, I returned to the Opera House and hoped to see my Master had returned, and he had! I was incredibly pleased, however he's begun spending more and more time in front of the screen, reading the gossip headlines of the week... particulaurly about Christine or Raoul... I wish I had the vocal capasity to call his therapist... this is a step in the WRONG direction for sure... that man needs to be set up on a blind date, on one of those dating websites, and I mean I have all the resources to create a profile page for him and arrange for a girl to meet him someplace and possibly take hi-