
I’ll admit it: we’re a little bit obsessed with Merv in our house. My husband and I eagerly await the latest updates, like the moments she loses her mind over Charals, their gardener—who, yes, often works topless just to send her into maximum flirt mode. I lose it every time she hits them with a sharp, unapologetic “no” or an “I’m not in the mood,” because somehow she manages to be diva, sweetheart, and comedian in the same breath.
Our geriatric cat who passed last year was a lot like Merv in h...
Published on August 04, 2025 20:00