Purse:
Wallet with a cluster of bills and coins. No identifiable cards at all.A clunky 2nd generation classic i-Pod named Charlie, filled with many genres of music. An excessive amount of ska, jazz, acoustic and easy-listening tunes. (A wall-charger is also in there for when the batteries die.)Cigarette lighter and cigarettes.A Journal filled with secrets and thoughts. And a quality black ball-point pen.A single photo of her family on a camping trip when she was 8. (Her parents are smiling in it.)Her reading glasses.
Shoulder-pack:
A locked Jewelry box containing her money, and objects close to her heart.Two changes of clothes.Her tooth-brush, tooth paste and floss.
Who they really are: Charlie Chaplin
What the Cat looks like: Chaps is small white, black and grey long haired cat with striking blue eyes. There are patches of black under his nose and thick caterpillars over his round eyes as well as atop his head like a hat, grey patches scurry along his belly with a black back tied together like a shabby well-worn suit, his front paws are white and the back are grey. The end of his thin tail is crooked almost like a cane, most likely from all of the falls he has encountered without much of the grace that is normally seen in the cats around the grounds.
What is their opinion on now being a common house cat? The patrons of this establishment are quite as nice as they come, but they seem to have trouble noticing him. (Which may be why he is constantly running flat into walls, down stairs, and under the thick arse's of the customers.) However his clumsiness aside, he always knows how to bring a smile out of the deepest of frowns. The years with Miss. Peabody and the rest of the house critters, he has learned to keep a quiet tone. Some believe that his vocals don't even work, however he simply has never had the need to pipe up. Everything he needs comes to him in stride. So all in all, he is thankful for being somewhere, warm, inviting and simple.