Guinevere feigned innocence and ignorance, but ultimately could not hide the raw look of intent in her eyes. The intent to capture the soul and affection of those who found themselves at her mercy. She knew more than she let on. It is obvious she has had her fair share of experiences in her day. But she would never tell. A woman needs her privacy. Prying eyes were something she despised. Or so you might think. Some insider information reveals that she rouses the neighborhood tom cats, testing her ability to infatuate anyone she saw fit. However gatherings in the local alley or park were not on her bucket list. "I never cared for such things. I can tell you I wouldn't be caught dead attending such functions." She crooned, gazing off into the distance, seeming to lose herself in a memory. And what a mysterious hall of recollections her mind must contain. The trash can drought of 2014. The mouse-capades of late 2015. Last Friday when that robin was in the backyard for almost 30 minutes. That time Hector the tuxedo cat graced the community of Ridge rd. with his appearance. Oh the performance he gave with his crisp clear vocals and solid lyrics was simply sensational. Guinevere was quite the socialite, don't get me wrong. But she was not tailor-made for social gatherings. She just couldn't keep up with all of the rituals, she couldn't confine herself to the scheduling, and the requirements set by anyone but herself. Even then, there are exceptions. As extroverted and invested in herself as she may be, she seems to fair well playing as others. Adventurous and cunning, wouldn't it be the world to put your skills to the test while having a bit of fun? "Precisely." The once hazy feline spoke up, returning her view to your eyes, clearing away any false indications of being just a timid and simple gal. Not your run of the mill cat.

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