Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially the good cat.
If I Were Amaranthine…
Touch was a reassuring part of feline culture. Jacques decided it might also be an important part of Jacques culture. “Would I make a good cat?”
“No.” There was a smile in Deece’s voice. “You are too disobedient.”
Jacques sniffed. “What do you think, Gilen?”
Amused, Jacques translated. “A peacock?”
“You do preen,” muttered Nonny.
“A mink?” suggested Raife.
“Butterflies are pretty,” said Mori.
Jacques smirked. “You think I’m pretty?”
Nonny blobbed lotion on Jacques’ nose. “You think you’re pretty.”
“Miss a spot, and he will burn,” warned Deece.
Thus, the joint application of copious amounts of sunscreen continued.
Posted: June 17, 2020
Prompt: “birds of a feather flock together,” suggested by Andrea
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.