Recently I wrote a story about Paris, and in that story a cat made an appearance. A kitty with no name or purpose. Well the unasked question is now answered, and here we have Zelda, Queen of the Paris night on her first adventure. An adventure wherein she learns a new secret from an old enemy.
This story was in part inspired by an Emily Dickinson poem, from which it takes its name, and from our own Queen Zelda, who the cat was named after
She sights a Bird - she chuckles -
She flattens - then she crawls -
She runs without the look of feet -
Her eyes increase to Balls -
Her Jaws stir - twitching - hungry -
Her Teeth can hardly stand -
She leaps, but Robin leaped the first -
Ah, Pussy, of the Sand,
The Hopes so juicy ripening -
You almost bathed your Tongue -
When Bliss disclosed a hundred Toes -
And fled with every one -
--Emily Dickinson
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A shadow in amongst shadows, Zelda purred her way to Montmarte and there took a perch upon the Church of Saint Pierre to see the city from above and find her adventure.
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