The Young Cat Bride Was Nervous

The young cat bride was nervous. Her prince had been at war for a long time. Would he be the same Tom he had always been? They met at the minister’s podium. He gave her a wink. He was handsome. He licked his shoulder fur, he was still grooming. So far so good, she thought. The minister was asking him to say his vows. His vows were beautiful, he was an orator. She had not remembered that. She was meeting a whole new Tom. Maybe war had agreed with him. They were whisked out of the church. Kibble and bird seed were thrown. Birds waited for them to leave, of course. Her handsome groom was tender and kind. They were off to a terrific start! She was a bit giggly. But less nervous. Remembering now how kind he was.