Sebastion’s POV

“There you go, Smudge. Eat up baby.” I say as I pour cat food into the bowl in front of one of my babies, Smudge. I have 8 kittys in total. 

There’s Smudge, who is a girl, deep brown maine coon, then there’s Pickles, who is a boy, grey scottish fold, there is Buttons, who is a boy, snowshoe cat. Fuzzy Bottom, a girl, Cymric. Lady, who is a girl, siamese. Poppy, who is a girl, turkish angora. Pepper, who is a boy, russian blue. And last, but certainly not least, there is Bob, who is a boy, a savannah cat. 

I love all my babies equally. My brother, Claud, has a Bernese mountain dog. His name is Scout. That mangy mutt always scares my lovelies. 

My other brother, Florian, is afraid of my kitties. I don’t understand why, I mean it couldn’t possibly be from the time he was 4 years old. One of my cats at the time, Pudding, had kinda, but not really, but a little bit attacked him. 

I mean, I told him not to bug Pudding. That cat kinda always did have a temper. Pudding sadly died when I was 13, poor thing. He was 8 years old. 

Speaking of Florian, he left about 4 days ago. Poor boy. He thinks that he’s going to find his dream woman. I used to want to find someone to love, but when I couldn’t I turned to my cats. 

I’m the heir to the throne. It would be better for the kingdom if I married some foren princess anyway.