Elizabeth is quite the modern ancient Egyptian. Nothing makes her succumb to gravity like the merest glimmer of a cat’s luscious fur, shining in the sun. When she is not fervently lusting after the angelic fuzz of a cat’s exposed underbelly, Elizabeth hungers for vanilla goodness in the form of a moiety of vanilla bean cheesecake or a good dollop of creamy vanilla ice cream.
However attractive noble aristocats and sugar (never together) may seem, Elizabeth does find the time to squeeze in a few hobbies. Overlooking her gender, she would make quite the Renaissance (woah)man. Elizabeth dutifully polishes her bloody good art skills (if I do say so myself) and feebly flexes her non-existent litter-ary muscles.