The Servant's Cat

A white little kitten lay resting one rainy afternoon upon the soft cushions of a windowsill.  The rhythmic pitter patter of the rain soothes the feline into a deep, peaceful slumber.  A tall figure of a man garbed in a Japanese kimono, enters into the living room where the sleeping kitten lay.  His hand reaches for the delicate white head as he proceeds to pet the small creature.  Purring reassures him that the animal could do no harm, which was enough to build the confidence to cradle it in his arms. When this happens, he notices something odd about the way the kitten remained unphased by the sudden movement from the windowsill to a strangers embrace.  There was no hissing, scratching, nor loud vocal reactions of defiance; it continued to sleep as if nothing had occurred. As a result, feelings of quilt and dominance begin to play a tug-a-war with his conscience. The delicate creature seemed almost vulnerable, with open doors just waiting to invite anyone who could provide warmth and comfort.  Should he take advantage of this ever trusting feline or leave it be? Unable to bare the raging war within his mind any longer, he places the creature upon the soft cushions were it once slept,  ever envious of its opportunity to be given a second chance at freedom.  Regrettably, the emperor would never let go of his own fragile little kitten.  

Reviews

[Seth Exile]

Hi Rosalie.

I think you have good descriptive skills. I reckon I could learn a bit from you. Good work.

[Tionge Rosalie Johnson]

Why thank you so much Seth! Your review means a lot :). I will definitely look into some of your work as well, since you have said such lovely things :).