Palace Cats and Their Many Affairs

My imperial sister’s tomcat set his sights on my female cat and was rejected. My mother consort ordered me to apologize, so I did. The tom still refused to give up, and my cat’s other suitors beat him up. Then Mother Consort told me to kill my “femme-fatale cat” to appease my sister… This time, I refused. “Think about who she is and where you stand,” Mother Consort advised. Understanding dawned on me. “Oh. It’s because my mother is a coward.” My mother might be a coward, but I was not. Neither was my cat—she was, in fact, the greatest feline beauty in the entire imperial harem.