Isabelle, The Fearless Had Been Banned From The Castle

 Isabelle, the Fearless, was the governess's protector at one time it seemed like forever ago. The King denounced her and forever removed her title because she did not protect her lady during the time of the Dog Revolution. That was so many years ago. Her lady had gotten a bad bite on her leg; it was the worst time of her life. She  was so ashamed of her cowardice.   However, she was lucky. She was allowed to live on the outskirts of the Canine Quarters. The building was in ill repair and her meals were often forgotten. She was at times forced to hunt mice for her supper. She shuddered at the thought of such poor food. She had been fed salmon and halibut from the ocean; the food of royalty. 

She remembered the velvet pillow that she had slept on next to the governess. It was so soft and it faced the window so that when the sun went down in the late afternoons she had sunned herself. She was always warm in the often drafty room. Now she had no pillow to lay her head on let alone stretch out in the sun. The building was full of spiders and cobwebs. The old wooden floor had some old moldy straw scattered around. She had forced herself to use her paws to drag the straw into a pile for a place to sleep. Life was not like it used to be that's for sure. She was glad her mother couldn't see how she ended up. She would be so ashamed of her. She had raised her daughter to be as strong as the tom cats and stand up for herself.. Her thoughts came to an abrupt stop when she heard a psst  sound coming from the only window in the barn. It was a cat. A big gray cat; a Tom cat!

"Hey, I think it's about time you quit feeling sorry for yourself. Yes, you lost your title. Yes, you lost your nice bedroom in the castle, but you are still alive and healthy. You know, there is something to say about a diet of mice. They make us strong. Exercise chasing them is a good and satisfying thing. Now that I have your attention. I have something to tell you. Your lady that is the governess is planning to get the two sisters lost in the forest and leave them there. I was at the Watch Dog meeting this morning and they are planning on taking her out! Yes, your lady. Are you going to stand for it? Or are you going to do what you did last time, just hide behind a bush?"

Isabelle frowned. She had to think this over. She did not like hearing the gray tom cat telling her that the governess was wicked. She had always been so nice to her. It was hard to believe. "Are you sure about what you are telling me? She was always stern with them, but I can't believe that she wants them to get lost out in the forest. I have to think this over before I do anything silly like get myself kicked out of the kingdom for good."

"So just how well do you know those dogs? Are you really going to listen to a bunch of stray dogs that might have some bone to chew with her? No. I'm not going to believe your tale without some proof that she's up to no good. And why would she want them out of the castle? No. I'm not going to do anything rash. Go tell your story to somebody else. I'm getting hungry and when I'm hungry I get mean. Now scat, cat!"

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"Rats, that Isabelle is a hard nut to crack! I had planned on a big ruckus in the courtyard between the cats and dogs. Unless she changes her mind, I have to find another way to get not only the governess out of the castle, but the Queen as well. The Queen has been making noises about getting rid of all the feline quarters. She favors dogs as does the King. I won't have it! First of all the governess does not like those little girls at all. I need a free for all in the courtyard to show the King and Queen that the cats are better keepers of the kingdom than those dogs. I will prove to the King that the stray dogs aren't nearly as smart as the Royal thoroughbreds and that the thoroughbreds aren't nearly as smart or brave as the cats; stray or with royal blood lines. They have forgotten that the Lion is the King of the Jungle and I am part lion, I just know that I am. With that thought he tried his best to roar, but it came out a squeaky meow.

The noise scared the mice so they ran and hid and watched from their little homes as the big gray cat prowled the barn looking for his supper. After all his name was Mouse Kitty so he had better live up to his name.