Jacky Edwards

Jacky Edwards lives in a gothic mansion in the depths of darkest Somerset, with two peculiar cats who graced her unexpectedly with their presence one fine morning and gracefully consented to stay. Greebs is a foul smelling elderly bag of bones and skin who has a taste for cheese and onion crisps. Grisholm is the feline equivalent of a delinquent teenager with the face of an owl, far too many toes on each foot and a penchant to hide Death's-head moths in the guest bed.
Her husband occasionally passes her on the stairs. She thinks he's grown a beard since she saw him last.