Winter Fest in July 3: Bootsie and the Mayweather Sisters
Title: Bootsie and the Mayweather Sisters
Author: kira
World: City of Madrona
Characters: Sisters Katrinka and Alisa Mayweather, and their cats
Prompt: Boots
Word count:593
Rating: G
Summary: The Mayweather sisters can’t find their beloved cat Sir Boots…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was written for the Madrona Project and allbingo’s Winter Fest in July.
Katrinka and Alisa Mayweather were sisters of a certain age, who had never married. They lived in their family’s townhouse with a handful of servants and several cats. Their younger brother and his wife often shook their heads over what was affectionately known as Madrona’s cat distribution center.
The sisters had at least twenty cats living in the house with them, not to mention the ones that came and went, and lived in their back garden. Most of the resulting kittens were lovingly given to friends, family, and various shopkeepers. One summer the sisters, known as Miss Kat and Miss Lisa to the people who lived near them, brought a couple of baskets of kittens to Vine Fest. Surprisingly, they were able to give away all of them except for a bundle of grey fur with white paws. He grew up to be a chunky tom with a snaggletooth and a purr that sounded like a hive of bees. He was also very affectionate and loved nothing more than sitting on one of the sisters’ laps. He also had a bad habit of disappearing for a day or two, no doubt romancing the ladies as Kat liked to say. So when he disappeared for several days, the sisters were beside themselves with worry.
“Boots!” Lisa called out.
“Bootsie!! Pssspssspsss…” Kat said as she looked behind the sofa.
“Where do you think he went, dear sister?” Lisa said.
Kat straightened up and looked at her sister. “Maybe he’s out in garden…?” She frowned. “Or he could be down the block with that sassy, little fluff ball of Lady Agnes’s”
“Oh my! Do you think he’s…?” Lisa giggled.
“Siring kittens?” Kat chuckled. “But of course he is!! He the,” she lowered her voice, “Lord Mwans of the cat world.” Kat winked.
Lisa laughed. “I’ve heard it said that he’s Lord Mwans reincarnated!”
“Really?” Kat blinked and then it hit her. “Oh you meant Lord Mwans’ father! It does make sense as he’s been dead now for a few years. The funny part is he died in the middle of things with his own wife!”
The sisters giggled like a bunch of school girls.
“Well, our Sir Boots is a saucy one,” Kat said.
“Very much so,” her sister agreed. “Sir Boots!”
“Bootsie! Boots! Where are you?”
“Meow.” Boots rubbed up against his mistresses’ legs.
“There you are! You naughty boy!” Lisa bent down to pick him up. Cradling him like a baby, she walked into the front parlor and sat down.
Sir Boots purred and made himself comfortable in her lap.
“You had us worried! Didn’t he sister?”
“Oh yes!” Kat said as she sat down opposite them. Leaning forward, she picked up the small bell from the table between them, ringing it. “Bring us a pot of tea and saucer of milk for Sir Boots,” she said to the maid that entered the room.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
While they waited, the sisters fussed over their favorite cat while they wondered where he had been.
“Mew?” A little grey kitten with white paws sauntered over to Kat. He pawed at her leg and she chuckled as leaned over to pick him up.
“Look, Sir Bootsie, your son was worried about you too. Weren’t you, Socks?”
“Mew.”
The sisters laughed and when the maid brought the tea, Kat set the saucer of milk on the floor. Both cats enjoyed the milk, scampering off when they finished, leaving the sisters alone. It was not long before some of their other cats came by to see what was up.
Author: kira
World: City of Madrona
Characters: Sisters Katrinka and Alisa Mayweather, and their cats
Prompt: Boots
Word count:593
Rating: G
Summary: The Mayweather sisters can’t find their beloved cat Sir Boots…
Author’s note: Special thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this. Please also note that this was written for the Madrona Project and allbingo’s Winter Fest in July.
Katrinka and Alisa Mayweather were sisters of a certain age, who had never married. They lived in their family’s townhouse with a handful of servants and several cats. Their younger brother and his wife often shook their heads over what was affectionately known as Madrona’s cat distribution center.
The sisters had at least twenty cats living in the house with them, not to mention the ones that came and went, and lived in their back garden. Most of the resulting kittens were lovingly given to friends, family, and various shopkeepers. One summer the sisters, known as Miss Kat and Miss Lisa to the people who lived near them, brought a couple of baskets of kittens to Vine Fest. Surprisingly, they were able to give away all of them except for a bundle of grey fur with white paws. He grew up to be a chunky tom with a snaggletooth and a purr that sounded like a hive of bees. He was also very affectionate and loved nothing more than sitting on one of the sisters’ laps. He also had a bad habit of disappearing for a day or two, no doubt romancing the ladies as Kat liked to say. So when he disappeared for several days, the sisters were beside themselves with worry.
“Boots!” Lisa called out.
“Bootsie!! Pssspssspsss…” Kat said as she looked behind the sofa.
“Where do you think he went, dear sister?” Lisa said.
Kat straightened up and looked at her sister. “Maybe he’s out in garden…?” She frowned. “Or he could be down the block with that sassy, little fluff ball of Lady Agnes’s”
“Oh my! Do you think he’s…?” Lisa giggled.
“Siring kittens?” Kat chuckled. “But of course he is!! He the,” she lowered her voice, “Lord Mwans of the cat world.” Kat winked.
Lisa laughed. “I’ve heard it said that he’s Lord Mwans reincarnated!”
“Really?” Kat blinked and then it hit her. “Oh you meant Lord Mwans’ father! It does make sense as he’s been dead now for a few years. The funny part is he died in the middle of things with his own wife!”
The sisters giggled like a bunch of school girls.
“Well, our Sir Boots is a saucy one,” Kat said.
“Very much so,” her sister agreed. “Sir Boots!”
“Bootsie! Boots! Where are you?”
“Meow.” Boots rubbed up against his mistresses’ legs.
“There you are! You naughty boy!” Lisa bent down to pick him up. Cradling him like a baby, she walked into the front parlor and sat down.
Sir Boots purred and made himself comfortable in her lap.
“You had us worried! Didn’t he sister?”
“Oh yes!” Kat said as she sat down opposite them. Leaning forward, she picked up the small bell from the table between them, ringing it. “Bring us a pot of tea and saucer of milk for Sir Boots,” she said to the maid that entered the room.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
While they waited, the sisters fussed over their favorite cat while they wondered where he had been.
“Mew?” A little grey kitten with white paws sauntered over to Kat. He pawed at her leg and she chuckled as leaned over to pick him up.
“Look, Sir Bootsie, your son was worried about you too. Weren’t you, Socks?”
“Mew.”
The sisters laughed and when the maid brought the tea, Kat set the saucer of milk on the floor. Both cats enjoyed the milk, scampering off when they finished, leaving the sisters alone. It was not long before some of their other cats came by to see what was up.