I enjoy that at least two women in my complex will run outside if they hear the colony cats fighting.
“But one thing is certain, they were rich enough to keep a servant; for though they lived very happily together, and did not scratch nor fight more than human beings would have done, they were not clever enough to do the housework themselves, and preferred at all events to have some one to cook their meat, which they would have scorned to eat raw. Not only were they very difficult to please about the housework, but most women quickly tired of living alone with only cats for companions, consequently they never kept a servant long; and it had become a saying in the town, when anyone found herself reduced to her last penny: ‘I will go and live with the cats,’ and so many a poor woman actually did.”
This is an ideal fate in a fairy story tbh.
“ ‘Are you well served by this nice, black-eyed little person?’ and the cats answered with one voice: ‘
Oh, yes, Father Gatto, we have never had so good a servant!’ ”
And so, Lizina, the servant, is rewarded by being dipped in gold. A prince notices her and proposes, which means that CARING FOR A CAT COLONY MAKES YOU MORE ATTRACTIVE.
“Lizina’s clothing and her star shone so brilliantly that when the prince led her home to the king, his father, the whole palace was lit up. Next day they were married, and lived happy ever after; and all the cats, headed by old Father Gatto, were present at the wedding.”
Hi yes I will be manifesting this now thank you. H.J. Ford, you better have fucking illustrated this cat wedding for my vision board. If not, dear reader, I welcome submissions.