It was a late lazy afternoon in London. The sun was just starting to disappear behind white clouds and the sky was just turning shades of red, yellow, and purple. Admetus walked the junkyard, alone. He normally did when everyone else was gone.
It relieved some the stress of his empty and depressing life. He had no mate or children to speak of. Unlike the other toms, Admetus wasn't a flirt or one to tease the queen; he preferred the gentleman approach but none of the queens were attracted to it.
Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice Bustopher Jones walk in the junkyard. "Admetus! Just the cat I wanted to see!" Admetus gave a polite bow. "Bustopher Jones, what brings you here this time of day?" "I don't have time for the small talk right now. Please walk and talk with me." They left the junkyard and headed down the streets of London in the direction of Bustopher Jones's estate. "Now Admetus, I have a big favor to ask of you." "Anything you need sir. What is it you need?"
"Well my niece has been temporary been placed in my care. I love the girl like a daughter but my schedule is much to crowed for me to send any time with her and I do hate seeing her so lonely." They turned a corner and headed down Pine Grove, the home for the rich and well off. "Now truth be told Admetus, I don't trust the other toms with this task. You are a gentleman though so I know I can trust you with my niece."
"I am honored sir. But what is it I am going to be doing?" asked Admetus. They headed up a driveway and enter the Bustopher Jones' estate. "I want to take her out and send some time with her. I just know she is sad being cooped up in this big house all alone. Will you do this for me, Admetus?"
Admetus nodded. It wasn't like he had anything else going on in his life. "It will be my honor, sir." Bustopher Jones laughed. "Thank you Admetus. Please wait here while I get her."
Admetus leaned against a couch. He really had nothing better to be doing at all. Why not be an escort for Bustopher Jones's niece? If she was anything like her uncle, keeping her happy shouldn't be that hard. Bustopher Jones returned a few minutes later, behind him a white queen.
Admetus felt his heart stop as baby blue eyes stared at him. She was absolutely beautiful. Her fur was pure white except for her left paw and left leg which were gray. "Admetus, this is my niece, Gracie" The queen smiled. "Uncle, I'm not a kitten anymore. Don't call me that." Bustopher Jones just laughed. "You will always be a kitten to me Gracie. Now this Admetus, a good friend of mine and he will be taking you out."
"Nice to meet you, Admetus. I'm Grace, only uncle calls me Gracie." Admetus didn't know what to say; he just bowed politely again. Bustopher Jones chuckled. "You two will get along just fine. Now if you will excuse me, I must be going. Must get to the country club before dark."
"Be carful uncle." Grace kissed him on the cheek. "I will be just fine, Gracie. You just have a bit of fun. I'll see you later." He hurried out the door and disappeared. Grace smiled. "One of these days he will have to slow down..." She looked back at Admetus. "So Admetus, what you want to do first?"
"It is up to you, Grace. Your uncle didn't want you to be lonely." Grace giggled a little. "Uncle worries about me too much sometimes. It is getting a little too late to be going anywhere really but I would like to go for a walk to London Bridge. I have never been there." Her statement caught him off guard.
"You have never seen London Bridge?"He asked with smiled. Grace shook her head. "I never seen it before in my life and I have lived in London my whole life."
"We can go see it tonight if you want." Grace smiled. "I would like that." Admetus offered her his hand. "Then let us go my lady."
