A/N: Another very short drabble... I think the other one was better, but at the request of my beloved Meagan~ ^^ Sorry it's short dear, but at 5 am, I need sleep.
One of the best days since he had first formed a contract with that vindictive brat was when he was allowed an entire day away from him. 'Sebastian' sighed contentedly, lying sprawled out on the tiny cot his master called a bed, scratching one of his new loves behind the ear.
Ah, this one was a real beauty. Luxuriously soft turtle-coated fur, champagne green-gold eyes, soft pink pads, and a mew to die for. He had taken to calling her Briel- an exquisite name, as he always takes care with lovely females such as this. Briel had apparently dozed, only to be roused by her odd master's adoring scratch. She let out a satisfied purr and rolled over, only to tip and fall off the bed. Sebastian let out a small chuckle as the cat shot him a baleful glare, before hopping back on the bed to rest at his side again; which he complied to, of course.
The sun had an apparently cat-like affect on the butler as well, for he closed his eyes and shifted into a comfortable position...
...Only to tip and fall off the bed.
He hit the wood floor with a much larger thunk that the petite cat. His ears picked up the sound of someone (Bard-san) cursing explosively and yelling, "What the bloody hell was that?" followed by the crashing of what had to be Maylene tripping and dropping the dishes again. Well... it was his day off, after all... Not his problem, Sebastian thought carelessly.
He shifted to sitting Indian style on the floor and turned his attentions to Briel, whose kitty expression could only be described as smug... or perhaps triumphant. He put a gloved hand to her side and whispered in the gravest tone he could,
"Never again will I make fun of you, my dearest. You have my word."