Chapter 1-The Cat She Didn’t Choose

Lucille Van Plume always got what she wanted—and at that moment, she wanted nothing to do with the scruffy ginger cat her parents dragged home from Vagabond Harry. Ernest, with his rumpled fur and knowing eyes, wasn’t the pampered purebred she had envisioned.

But when Lucille’s cruelty pushes Ernest too far, a curious turn of events flipped their roles in the most unexpected way. Doors creaked. Shadows slinked. And soon, Lucille must answer for more than muddy pawprints. In this tale of mischief, mystery, and meows, the line between pet and mistress begins to blur—and a brat learns what it means to be truly tamed.

Pearly Drew’s Feather Note: The chapter title may deceive you —Lucille believes she owns the cat, but this ginger feline has secrets stitched into his fur. The title suggests that misbehavior has consequences…and Ernest is not just enduring Lucy’s bratty cruelty—he is studying it. But for what purpose?

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Chapter 2-The Mocking Begins

Ernest’s arrival didn’t just disappoint Lucille—it offended her. On the very day her designer kitten wishlist was denied, this scrappy ginger stray with a bent whisker and crooked tail waltzes into her manicured world like he belonged there.

Furious, Lucille takes it personally. She dressed Ernest in humiliating doll clothes, blamed him for messes he didn’t make, and even locked him outside during a storm.

“I did it for character building,” Lucille explained it to The Butler and The Maid.

But the more Lucille mocked him, the more Ernest watched her. He watched and waited. He endured her torment. Then one morning, Lucille woke up and found that all of her mirrors were missing. And Ernest? He was sitting perfectly still—smiling, with Lucille’s reflection in his eyes.

In a most unexpected turn of events, Little Lucille could only see herself by looking into Ernest’s endearing eyes.

Pearly Drew’s Feather Note: Lucille’s torment began to escalate. This was not out of boredom, instead it was from Ernest’s insulted pride. Lucille’s actions marked the start of her trial, and Ernest’s silent response appeared like gathering of storm clouds. This truly felt like a mirror moment with a gleam of justice preparing to pounce.

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