p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"Drusilla is an alley cat- prettier than most, granted, but she slums it with the rest of them. Her two brother dote upon her. She is brought the freshest rats, sips from the cleanest of puddles. At night she adheres to her personal custom of grooming her brilliant pale gold fur, over, and over, until it shines among the dirt and the rabble. Caligula keeps her innocent, untethered. She has an endless list of suitors, and he considers it his personal duty to hunt every one of them down. Tiberius stands by his shoulder and helps with a grin. She meets Achilleus despite their brotherly, thuggish devotion. She's a street cat, who has shivered in rain and snow and frost. She's sought shelter from the malignant sun and invasive heat. It is not until she mets Achilleus, however, that she knows what being warm is truly like./p