The creature -- I still cannot bring myself to say his name -- has added a layer of mystery to his already doubtfull qualities. I have overheard mistress saying that she thinks he is actually a girl. This does not bode well, as a palace cannot have two queens. At present, the young one is too young for me to discern his gender. We will just have to wait and see.Although my life has changed in many unpleasant ways, the infant can be amusing. Last evening, for example, I toyed with him, batting him gently aside as he rushed toward me. He seemed to enjoy being tossed across the room, as he kept returning, arching his back and sticking his tiny paw out from under the bedskirt so that I could play with it. However, he pushed me too far this morning, being so bold as to eat from my dish. There are limits to my patience.
And I sometimes need to feel that I am protected from the advances of the small one. The young master who brought the creature home has, among the litter in his chamber, a small box that apparently once contained shoes. it is a snug fit for me, but comforting.
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