Dec 3: Jeeves & Wooster
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adventdrabblesTitle: There was a cat.
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 3: cat in a tree
Characters: Bertie Wooster and Jeeves
Notes: also forsweetandshort prompt: egg nog
Summary: Bertie sees something no one else in the Christmas party sees.
The Yuletide spirit had abandoned the Wooster bosom for chummier climes by the time the knock came at the front door.
I didn’t answer it. First of all, it was not my house, thus, not my door. Second of all, even if it had been my house and my door, I was too occupied to tend to guest. I was devoting myself to nursing both a mug of eggnog and a not very secret sorrow, namely, that the entire Christmas party of this country manor home of fiction thought I was crazy because I had announced to one and all that there was a curious black cat hiding in the boughs of the Christmas tree.
It was a cat that apparently only the pride of the Woosters could see!
Sir Roderick Glossop was in attendance, and that highly esteemed nerve specialist was, in fact, moments away from taking charge of me in a professional capacity and fitting me for the kind of waistcoat that buttons up the back, tailoring by Colney Hatch.
I might have been saved the way I am always saved, but at that time, Jeeves was not to be found by the y. m.’s side, having gone with the shoveling party to clear the drive for Father Christmas or some such tedious task.
A few minutes later, I heard a wee voice calling.
“Shadow? Shadow? Oh, where are you my lost kitty?”
And then lo and behold, a sooty feline specimen made itself known to all and sundry!
I gave a cry of triumph and righteous indignation.
There had been a cat!
---
The following morning, I was seeing mice, not cats.
“Jeeves! We’re infested!”
“Yes, sir. I feared such would be the case when we arrived. Conditions are not ideal. I endeavoured to secure us a feline guardian for the purposes of preserving the hygiene of our quarters for the duration of our stay, but alas, the animal cannot be found.”
“Was it a black cat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, dear. Shadow was returned last night while you were shoveling.”
“It was always a possibility.”
I frowned. “Jeeves, I can’t spend Christmas bunking whiskered rodents out of my shirt collars and listening to the scurry of tiny feet.”
“Not an agreeable prospect, sir.”
“Find us a way out of here, and I’ll take you on that skiing holiday I promised you.”
“Say no more, sir. It is done.”
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Prompt: Day 3: cat in a tree
Characters: Bertie Wooster and Jeeves
Notes: also for
sweetandshort prompt: egg nogSummary: Bertie sees something no one else in the Christmas party sees.
The Yuletide spirit had abandoned the Wooster bosom for chummier climes by the time the knock came at the front door.
I didn’t answer it. First of all, it was not my house, thus, not my door. Second of all, even if it had been my house and my door, I was too occupied to tend to guest. I was devoting myself to nursing both a mug of eggnog and a not very secret sorrow, namely, that the entire Christmas party of this country manor home of fiction thought I was crazy because I had announced to one and all that there was a curious black cat hiding in the boughs of the Christmas tree.
It was a cat that apparently only the pride of the Woosters could see!
Sir Roderick Glossop was in attendance, and that highly esteemed nerve specialist was, in fact, moments away from taking charge of me in a professional capacity and fitting me for the kind of waistcoat that buttons up the back, tailoring by Colney Hatch.
I might have been saved the way I am always saved, but at that time, Jeeves was not to be found by the y. m.’s side, having gone with the shoveling party to clear the drive for Father Christmas or some such tedious task.
A few minutes later, I heard a wee voice calling.
“Shadow? Shadow? Oh, where are you my lost kitty?”
And then lo and behold, a sooty feline specimen made itself known to all and sundry!
I gave a cry of triumph and righteous indignation.
There had been a cat!
---
The following morning, I was seeing mice, not cats.
“Jeeves! We’re infested!”
“Yes, sir. I feared such would be the case when we arrived. Conditions are not ideal. I endeavoured to secure us a feline guardian for the purposes of preserving the hygiene of our quarters for the duration of our stay, but alas, the animal cannot be found.”
“Was it a black cat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, dear. Shadow was returned last night while you were shoveling.”
“It was always a possibility.”
I frowned. “Jeeves, I can’t spend Christmas bunking whiskered rodents out of my shirt collars and listening to the scurry of tiny feet.”
“Not an agreeable prospect, sir.”
“Find us a way out of here, and I’ll take you on that skiing holiday I promised you.”
“Say no more, sir. It is done.”
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