One of the challenges of cat companionship is the predatory nature of the feline. All cats, from the great big tiger to the little house cat love to hunt. Today I caught Maxwell “playing” with this poor salamander. About the only defense mechanism in the salamander’s arsenal is its detachable tail which this fellow, as you can see, used. At first I thought Max had killed it, but apparently it was playing possum. When I took a second look, it had escaped into the grass. I hope it survives its encounter with the mighty hunter.
Pirouette sat at her vanity looking at her face in the mirror. She like to look at herself before her ladies applied the makeup that was de rigueur at court. She wore no wig either, and her long black tresses fell down about her shoulders. She liked what she saw- a young woman in the prime of life. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips, a healthy red. Time and sorrow had yet to dull the sparkle in her emerald eyes. GarGar is so lucky to have me, she thought to herself.
Tata Sous-sus hurried into Pirouette’s room. She was frantic. “Monsieur le comte is on his way here and you aren’t even dressed!”
“Calm down, Tata,” said Pirouette languorously. “Let him see me as I am. If he has the gumption to come to me at this hour, unannounced, then he deserves a little treat. Hand me that bracelet- that one! The one he gave to me at the Blue Moon Ball.”