Words on Wednesday

Smokey stared out the window in frustration at the growing thickness of the fog.  His invitation to the costume party clearly specified a selection from his wardrobe that would make him appear to be the silhouette of a [famous cat in history.]

He had chosen to represent Blackie, the richest cat in history, but the way it was looking, he would be more like Colonel Meow ... or at the very least, Sergeant Grumpy with his current cattitude.

Smokey had gotten a special dispensation from his bodyguards to attend the event since it was a fund-raiser for one of the local cathouses, and with the fog rolling in, he knew that the catnip scented candles they were lighting, and the warmth from the fireplace was just placebos to appease his mood and tempt him into not attending the event.

His displeasure with the weather had become apparent when he had taken a swipe (with his claws out!) at one of the servants who had reached out to pet him in sympathy.

Her indiscretion for how it might appear to the rest of the staff was enough of a reason for him to fire her on the spot.  He dispised when humans thought he was weak and needed comforting as if he was still a helpless kitten.

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