WHITE HOT
He was willing to overlook her impetuous and undignified behavior during those first days. She was, after all, very young, and had yet to learn what level of respect his years at sea should afford him. He was a most tolerant and civilized soul, and thought it best for her to come to the realization of his station on her own.
But the incident this morning had proved his undoing. Ambushed while napping, suffering the loss of yet another of his beautiful tail feathers – to that flea-bitten, crook tailed, black she devil of a ship's cat – had driven him beyond seeing red. His anger burned white hot.
Some day, he would get that cat!
AUGUST 27, 2005 Drabble Challenge: WhiteIn response to Honorat's "Nearly Caught"
