Swear to god, cat. One of these days they're gonna find you floating head-over-tail down the Charles. Or the Mystic, if I'm feeling particularly vindictive.
I received a third mystery postcard in the mail today, unsigned, of course, and postmarked Seattle. This makes me think someone's either very well-travelled, or enlisting the aid of accomplices. This one is intriguing, and has caused me to reconsider my "complete group effort" theory, because the picture is of a street sign that says "LOVE" and the recipe on the back is for a "Love Passion" cocktail involving gin, champagne, and passion fruit liqueur. That's a message you don't send to just anybody.
So! I am pleasantly intrigued. This little caper is the right blend of whimsy and mystery and I wanted to let whoever's behind it that I'm quite enjoying it so far. I may have to owe you dinner once all is said and done.