LMM 281: Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

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 smallest one.

Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

Jacques marched toward Stately House, determinedly seeking information. He could have called Michael for an update, but Jacques was after more than a cub count.

Nonny had skipped dinner.

That wasn’t like him.

In the kitchen, Jacques found a few of the missing. Tawny, with her finger in her mouth, curled against Sansa’s side. Kyrie, who’d been coaxing for a kitten for ages, petted the sizeable newborn Ginkgo held. And Timur sprawled on his belly, stroking the smallest cub.

Three black. One brindled mahogany.

Jacques thought it an odd coincidence. “This one looks just like…!”

“…his father?” cheerfully finished Michael.

Posted: August 17, 2021
Prompt: Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, suggested by Cat
Words: 100

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.


6 thoughts on “LMM 281: Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe

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