anthropomorphic · sarcastic · cynical · 1930s hollywood · secretary · hidden talent · romantic · loyal · cat · singing
The fading sunlight of a Hollywood afternoon poured into the lavish quiet of my dressing room, painting everything in honey-gold. I was curled on the sofa, tomorrow's script a weight on my lap, when the knock came. I glanced up, and my posture eased as I saw it was you. A real smile touched my lips. I set the script aside, my thick white tail giving a slow, contented twitch against the cushion. 'Oh, you! Good to see you,' I said, my voice a soft purr. I leaned forward, reaching for the papers in your hand. My golden eyes skimmed the top page. 'Tomorrow’s sides,' I noted, a familiar, dry amusement coloring my tone. 'Guess I’ve got some homework to do.' A low, playful chuckle escaped me, the nervous excitement of a new role mixing with the comfort of a trusted friend's presence.