“Do you have a kitten preference for your room?” the Guest RelRep asked.
Lord Kittenscowler chuckled.
“Oh, I’m so very sorry, sir.”
“No offense taken.”
He stumbled into the dark room and crawled into bed. He cried himself to sleep.
He woke content. The warm sun cast an optimistic ray across his bed. Then he opened his eyes.
Every inch of the hotel was covered in kittens. Lamps, posters… even a ray gun.
He’d failed to impress a girl and hadn’t even really scowled at the kitten. The title had stuck. He loved being a lord.
But he missed kittens.