Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Aristocats' nor am I profiting from this.
Pairing(s): gen
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 100.
Madame is sighing and sniffling again. Her perfectly manicured nails are ruined from picking and biting.
Berlioz minds his claws, just as his mother taught him, and presses his face into her leg. Today, her dress smells like ivory soap and powder. Her knees are wet from the persistent tears.
"I already miss Georges," she sighs. "I spoke with his hospice staff this morning. Georges continues fighting but they expect it will be soon."
Georges is associated with things like clumsy dancing and music. Fighting is better suited for him and Toulouse.
Madame is sniffling again. His back is wet.