Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Three Hundred and Ninety

So we got this kitten, see. Got it for my kid sister’s birthday. Dad bought it off a bloke in a pub. She loves it. Calls it Princess. Turns out it’s a boy kitten, but Mum takes it to the vet and gets it fixed. Cassie still calls it Princess. It grows. A lot. And it’s evil tempered, and nobody but Mum and Cassie can touch it. And it protects the women. Dad doesn’t take his belt to Mum on Saturday nights no more, because Princess doesn’t like it. I don’t come home drunk, neither. Today Princess ate our dealer…

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