Enter the whipper-snapper, Isabelle:
|Sitting in the window looking all-innocent|
|Don't bother me, I'm finally snuggled in the pillows|
|Will you be my friend? Isabelle pleads|
As you can see, Isabelle is not some dainty little kitty. Look at those feet. When she plops down, the bed shakes. From the look on Crystal's face, she is not pleased. But will she accept Isabelle today?
|I'm thinking - should I accept her today?|
|NO - go away!!!|