Here is The Zsa Zsa you seek!

The Zsa Zsa knows you have all been wondering, "Where has The Zsa Zsa been? We have not seen her as she is conveyed through town by her driver, That Woman. We are waiting to offer our praise to The Zsa Zsa's fabulousness, yet no Zsa Zsa do we see!"

That is because The Zsa Zsa has of late been left home to languish in this House of Squallor.

"Too hot," That Woman says, heading out the door.

Just an excuse, don't you know, Dah-lings. She cannot handle the competition of the wonderfulness of the Zsa Zsa.

Oh, every now and then The Zsa Zsa is taken to supervise the building of the Palace of The Zsa Zsa. This timely undertaking, which has taken centuries to complete, was begun before the Time of The Zsa Zsa, in anticipation of The Zsa Zsa and, now, to the Glory of The Zsa Zsa.

The time is close to where The Zsa Zsa will actually live in her palace and then all and sundry may come to The Court of The Zsa Zsa, where they may gaze upon the magnificence of The Zsa Zsa.

But until then, That Woman keeps me here in this fetid little shack with no one to talk to but those Parson Corpuscle beasts, that oaf Topper and the giant mold that is taking over the dining room ceiling.

"Too hot," my paw.