Lion Head Mesa Cartilage

gucci's laugh was like a tiny, persistent bell, accentuated by the jingling of his collar.

ay! woe's mine, he breathed. picture th' bureaucracy! first noble t'die off a two-foot drop! he snickered into his daintily gloved paw.

...aah, good one, head guardsman. gucci stretched his legs to the side, in a cat's repose. 's it why his divine husbandness keeps ya near?