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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
"Don't worry, when you get her back, you won't recognize her she'll be so human." Cookie pat Clover's head, the kitten hugging her overnight bag against herself. She would be back in time for Erika's concert, but in the meantime, the kitten would be going through boot camp to make her a servant so perfect the others would be envious of her. Clover squirmed under the scrutiny of her teacher, her tail wagging lazily behind her. "For the next forty eight hours, I'm your Master, which means you'll have to bey my unbreaking will, just like if I were your real Master." Cookie crossed his arms, his hands shaking ever so slightly. "I'm going to drill you, so you best be prepared." Clover nodded her head, wondering what her Master had signed her up for.
As it turns out, she had been dumped into hell. Cookie made her wear heels the entire time. Granted, they were low, but it was for the kitten to learn balancing. She wasn't allowed to climb up the stairs on all four's and couldn't take a nap in the sun. Instead, she had to make beds, fold laundry, wash dishes, prepare snacks, doing each task over and over again until it was perfect. All the while, Cookie drilled her on her numbers and letters, making the kitten listen to educational tapes on the annunciation of words. Even at bed time there was no rest for the weary. Clover was to sleep in the servants corridor's, but first she had to clean up the room, make the bed, sweep and mop the floor, and balance books between her ears while she walked back and forth in her low heeled shoes. "Clover is tired," the poor thing mewled, flopping down on the mattress once Cookie deemed her finished for the time being. "We'll continue at dinner."
At dinner, she had to sit up straight, balancing a book on her head the entire time while she blindly navigated a seven course meal where she had to use the proper fork, knife, and spoon for each course. When she was finished, she had to set the table for breakfast, with Cookie only giving hints on the arrangements of the table and subtly moving things at Theodore's place since the boy was now one armed. Back upstairs, Cookie was patient as he taught Clover to care for herself, how to brush her teeth and hair, making sure to scrub her fur, even teaching her to use a washcloth to rinse her body since she was unwilling to get into the tub. "Eventually you'll have to address your fear of water," Cookie teased, floofing her plush white hair. "But I'll let Erika take care of that," he winked, showing Clover how to use buttons and zippers.
In the morning, the kitten was awoken bright and early to get in more training. She had to sleep in pajamas and not in the nude, her preferred method. Today she had to put on something she had never been made to wear before; a bra. The kitten struggled, the tight feeling around her chest making her panic. "Leave it," Cookie slapped her hands away whenever she tried to undo it. On top of it, he dressed her up like a little doll, heels included. "Your Master isn't even gonna recognize you," Cookie squealed, playing with her ears as she squirmed. "Clover is nervous," unfortunately, he couldn't break her of the habit of speaking in third person, but at least her speech had much improved. "What if Master sees Clover and doesn't recognize her?"
"That was just a figure of speech, you'll learn more about that at home." Clover had to repack her things until Cookie was satisfied and then the two set off to the music hall to meet Erika and Sera. "What if Master doesn't like Clover anymore? What if Master traded her for a better servant?" Cookie pat her head, careful not to mess up her twin tails. "Erika would never do that, she's very loyal." Even so, Clover's heart thumped nervously in her chest as the music hall grew closer, Cookie wheeling Julian in his wheelchair, having forced the boy outside for some sunshine. Clover swallowed, there, at the entrance of the music hall, was her Master, waiting with her companion, Master Sera.