Thursday once again and a new part in the Fishy Lighthouse adventure. I for some reason am so enjoying this story. Still not sure where we are going with the two plots or how they will interact, but Every week is a blast working on this. I hope you enjoy reading it.
The Fishy Lighthouse! 18
After calming down, in a chair in the corner of the room in front of a small writers desk, he decides to take a closer look at the hair found on the Kitty’s fur. Laying it on a piece of paper from one of the drawers for slightly better contrast, he holds his breathe not to blow it away.
A light brown with a white tip piece of hair, but not at all smooth. It is like a rough and thick hair, unlike those he seen of cats. William folds the hair in the paper and sets a vase on top of the corner to keep it down and unable to fly off in a breeze.
With his mind occupied by what had happened that evening, he gets himself ready for bed. For the first time he is taking off the clothes given to him and slipping in what seems to be more of a gown than a pyjama. The only time he seen something like this was in old films. But this was with a split in the back that ended somewhere above your tail, giving it free movement.
With some awkward notion he bends his back and watches his tail move on his command. In a strange way it felt so comfortable to him, even if he was looking at his own bottom. He front was neatly covered by enough length of the pyjama.
It was his first day, of his new life and it ended smiling. In bed he tossed and turned, unable to forget all that happened in just that one day. A strange hair, the king asking for help and the cloaked figures scaring the coach driver. The sound that very much resembled a bark, he was sure he heard it. And he should rest; sleep, so he can at least represent himself tomorrow when he is being picked up.
But what bothers him the most is Richard and Lady Chambelle. Sure he does not know them well enough to have an opinion, but something is up. There must be something going on. What training was she referring to, or better what kind. She sure has grown a side to her that is a little less lady like.
The tail wiggles under the sheets as he squeezes a pillow tight and buries his head in it. “I still can’t believe I am here. I must be losing my mind.” William muffles his laugh in his pillow and shortly after falls into a deep sleep.
That morning he is woken by a knock on his door. And someone calling out to him.
“Sir William, breakfast is ready in half an hour. Would you be attending?” It was Kitty, already up and sounding perky. Another three knocks resonate through the wooden door. “Sir William?”
-“Yes, yes sorry got it. Thirty minutes, sis.” William takes a seat in the bed and rubs his eyes with those soft cushions. Scratching above his eyes with a extended nail. “AU, damn it”
Kitty comes rushing through the door. “Are you okay Sir William, what happened? Are you hurt?”
“Calm down Kitty, it is only a scratch. Just unexpected that is all. Yesterday I felt at home and well this morning… let’s just say I was surprised again to be a cat.” William dabs his sleeve against his wound and looks at the amount of blood on it. “All dried up, see Kitty I am okay.”
-“Sorry sir, If you would excuse me”
With a lowered head Kitty walks out the room and closes the door behind her. “Breakfast wil be served soon.”