An excerpt from The Katya Chronicles
Why must it always come down to that?
Didn’t they know he had connections with the spirit world?
He could fly without a machine
and higher than any human or feline.
He’d spotted the band that way
promised them that his kind did not carry off toddlers
All they had to do was entertain his boss.
That was when he noticed her orange hair
just like the prince, but uncombed.
A sign.
He would put them together.
Perhaps she would donate her luscious mane,
to the Royals.
In exchange for sundries.
That way, the heir could have a spare wig.
He was far too young to be spending all his extra time in the turret.
Barter worked well with the serfs. Besides,
the prince had a soft spot for young pussies.
She could wear a bandanna until it regrew.
Very stylish in upper cat circles.
Katya would improve her lot
The prince would have a new kitty to play with
It was a win/win.
There was something about this one, too.
She was smarter than the rest
Perhaps he could teach her chess.
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