The cat came from a very distinguished family.
At least according to the cat.
Her ancestors had portraits.
Her ancestors had titles.
Her ancestors had opinions about upholstery.
Naturally, this created expectations.
One afternoon a mouse wandered directly across the garden.
The cat noticed.
The mouse noticed that the cat noticed.
Both paused.
Nothing happened.
“Aren’t you supposed to chase me?” asked the mouse.
The cat looked mildly offended.
“I am not that kind of cat.”
The mouse accepted this explanation surprisingly quickly.
Over the following weeks, more mice appeared.
The cat remained elegant.
The mice remained available.
Occasionally they crossed paths.
Occasionally they exchanged polite nods.
Nobody seemed particularly motivated.
By autumn, the situation had become difficult to describe.
The cat was hungry.
The mice were everywhere.
The garden functioned less like a hunting ground and more like an unusual neighborhood.
The cat remained hungry.
The mice remained available.
The afternoon ended without progress.
Livora Gracely 
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