When Rupert came to court Elizabeth, the girl he dreamed of making his own, he dressed in his finest attire and arrived in his shiny new carriage, hoping to impress not only her but her father, Mr. Murdoch, who ran the largest bank in their fair city.
Seated in the parlor sipping his cup of tea, Rupert struggled to retain a sense of dignity while Elizabeth's two kittens wrapped themselves around his legs. He wasn't the least bit fond of cats, but this was clearly not the time to show his disdain for the annoying creatures.
He sat stoic on the loveseat next to Elizabeth, making small talk and attempting to exhibit a bit of charm that might sway her emotions. Judging by her smile and the slight flush of her cheeks, this seemed to be working well until the kittens decided to up the ante in their efforts to draw Rupert's attention, and initiated a game of tag. As they raced across the furniture after each other, leaping from piece to piece with claws extended, one had the misfortune to accidentally lacerate Rupert's leg, tearing his fine wool trousers and causing him to yelp in pain.
Acting on reflex, Rupert snatched up the offending kitten, grasping it tightly enough to make it squeal, causing a distraught Elizabeth to burst into tears. Rupert was summarily dismissed and escorted to the door, his dreams of betrothal dashed. The kittens, however, continued to bask in Elizabeth's affection, and both cats lived to a ripe old age along with their spinster mistress.
I'm linking up with Thom at Three Word Wednesday