(Part 1)
The Master's sister came down from Scotland, she did. And she brought her son Beaufort.
She also brought, as she entered the domicile... a carrier. A black cat was inside.
"Brother, I hope you don't mind, but as I could not find an available cat sitter,
I decided to bring 'Reggie' with me. He's very quiet. Almost invisible in fact!"
"No problem, Sis. I imagine my cat and dog will get along well with him..."
The Master spoke under his breath. But the Boy was more a concern. Aye.
# # #
"What's this now. We be having lodgers?" asked Usbegaugh the Great Dane.
"Certainly not, Good Friend... That is The Master's sister and Her son. And..."
Absinthe did not finish her last words, as Reginald, the mini panther left his carrier.
"Oh, my. This drops a fly in the ointment. I do hope he's house trained..." She adds.
# # #
The Master thought very highly of his very intelligent cat and dog. No mere pets. Aye!
He spoke up to them: "Absinthe... Usbegaugh. This is 'Reggie' my sister's Bombay cat."
The Master's wife was presently at her teaching job as a professor at a local college. Yes.
# # #
"From Bombay? You don't say!" woofed Usbegaugh to Absinthe. She meowed in a giggle.
"No, silly... That is a breed of black cats. He's not actually from Bombay. I mean, India."
Usbegaugh shakes his head in confusion a bit, after Absinthe's quick reply to his query.
# # #
The Master: "Well, Sis... Let me show you and your Boy to the guest rooms upstairs."
(End of Part 1... More to come later on)