Familiar Vows
Ah, back in the South, where food is an art form and no humanoid would ever dare mention that I'm back at the hors d'oeuvres table for the fourth time. Love those salmon puffs in dill sauce! The yellowfin-tuna croquettes are superb. Let the bipeds waste their caloric allowance on champagne; I'm indulging in sustenance that will make my coat sleek and shiny and my eyes bright. Brain food, yum!
Everyone is taking their seats. The harpist has started. I do believe it's showtime. And I've got to scurry to get to my seat beside my beloved owner, Eleanor.
I have to say, the bride is beautiful. The entire theme of a Civil War wedding, while admittedly strange to a feline, is beautiful. Charles looks handsome in his uniform, with the sword at his side and the gold sash, and Lorry is magnificent in a hand-stitched gown crusted with seed pearls. Maybe it's just pretend, but the bridal party's attire gives the wedding a solemnity that makes me believe Charles and Lorry will truly find happiness together. From what Eleanor tells me, Lorry deserves a break. Her life hasn't been easy.
Ah, the bridesmaids have assumed their places, and all eyes turn to watc ... read full excerpt from: Familiar Vows ebook
