Yes, Paris is indeed a wonderful town, but the other end of town was not so wonderful. On the other end of town happened to the the lair of a particularly nefarious cat.

This cat—a striped orange tabby—went by the name of Marcel, and he was perhaps the most dangerous cat in all of Paris.

Marcel commanded a fleet of pigeons, half of all that were in France, to do his bidding, and none night, three of them returned for some news they needed to break to him.

"Daaah, gee baws…" one of the pigeons, an American by the name of Phil spoke. "I hoid dere's a new cat in town, from New Orleans, even!"

"Ohohohohn…" Marcel laughed in a stereotypically French manner. "Zis Ameriçain shall make eh fine bride for moi…."

Marvel then immediately produced an envelope with a letter inside and handed it to the pigeons.

"Make sure she gets zis from me…" Marcel replied, chuckling.

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Penny awoke the next day, having eaten her fill of baked French goods. The door to the pastisserie opened, and in came a tall, young woman in a beret and striped shirt—the owner of the patisserie.

"C'EST LE PEW!!" The woman exclaimed, grabbing a broom and shoving Penelope. "Dehors, dehors, dehors, à présent!"

"Alright, alright, lady I'm leavin'!" Penny replied, running out the door.

As soon as Penny was out on the curb once more, she hadn't even noticed who or what exactly she'd bumped into.

"Wait, is that a SKUNK?!" Penny thought.

She was correct. But this skunk sort of looked at her strange, almost like he was...longing for her. Either that or it was like he'd never seen a cat in his entire life.