Pipkin was, to put it mildly, a whirlwind of fluff and mischief. He was a ginger kitten with paws the size of buttons and eyes like melted emeralds, a combination that often lulled his humans, Eleanor and Thomas, into a false sense of security before he inevitably unleashed his tiny brand of chaos. His current obsession was the Great Red Menace – Eleanor’s prized ball of yarn, a vibrant crimson that