2 Grumpy princess?

[So grumpy, you are seriously a pouting princess.]

Laughing at me, this evil-doer teen drops me on the floor without any fluff.

Ah, hell surprised again, by that not so nice and delicate handling I cry inside my core, landing once more on my dear nose.

[Worst than a beast, that's what his evil heart is!]

Still, I this great aunt, am nicer to little children than he seems to have no kindness at all in him, clearly an evil demon!

Mom, your tiny cute little sweet katsy wish for your immediate rescue!

I curse, although I rub my diminutive little muzzle as if it got deformed from shock.

Knowing too well that running away is useless while this mighty tyrant with an evil heart that smiles like he can read my thought, I never ceased my tiger cub glare full of mighty grievances.

Finally, tired of the glaring contest vs mocking gaze I decide to explore the room. It became obvious that there is no TV, internet or even anything remotely modern here. It's like I went back 1000 years into the freaking past!

The materials might look very luxurious made of jade, marble, rare woods also gold but it's nothing compared to modern technologies, worst there are no electric lamps. It's all candles as well as oil lamps!

How much of a fire hazard is this?!

My attention gets drawn to a redwood lounging chair like one of those cushion beds but only fitting for one person only to lie down upon it.

I decide to invest the spot, after all, I was "dumped" rather roughly and wish to arrange myself comfortably curling up.

Feeling rather sore all over from the fall, my eyes meet with that evildoer.

Tilting my head to one side just slightly while my thoughts are buzzing inside my head.

What had motivated him into kidnapping me from my mother and siblings?

Would he not be more profitable for him to have some already grown and ready to fight beast?

Rather than pep squeak that can't even fight a puny human?

Returning a mean complicated gaze to him while his own for a fleeting moment wasn't mocking or even complacent, sensing as well my gaze as he meets my own confused gaze he strides slowly toward me.

Not moving from my spot. Since I finally have soft cushions, and I am fully intent on claiming this spot as my own.

Narrowing my eyes some as he reaches up to the back of my head.

Thinking he wishes to move me from this comfy little bed sofa full of soft cushions.

Within a second I make my move, flipping over, so my paws and claws are what greets him first. Clearly, seeing him smile some more even if that smile is barely noticeable so much it's faint, yet it starts to reach his eyes as if he found a nice little toy for him to have fun with.

Wait a minute stop tickling my belly no seriously, even if you're that gorgeous you shouldn't play with a girl's belly like you please!

Hey, were you touching!

Stop tickling my toes!

I retract my paws while shaking them to fight the ticklish feeling that had crept into toes.

In protest of his behaviour that is highly inappropriate, making angry bleats and batting ears frantically while my paws try to restrain that invading hand!

Obviously, this nearly made him burst into being very pleased.

Well, I exaggerate slightly I know. It only was that his smile grew slightly more devilish and in addition to finally, it reached his eyes and darn it nearly cost me my soul so much this adolescence face is a scourge calamity of splendour.

Baby daughter of yours thanks mother for birthing her.

Today I have seen something so worthy that even in my short life that this one can pass on without too many misgivings…

Ok well, I don't wish to die yet, but this smile I'm sure can slaughter!

In fact, it has to be a mortal nuclear warhead!

Soon a maid announces herself to him and waits for him to acknowledge her existence before she came in with some serving dish.

Drink along with food placed on the plateau down near my location she glances at me while she never looks to that "young master" of hers after she had announced her presence.

She kept her head down and clearly nervous and not daring to breathe too loudly seemingly afraid to offend someone most likely him, since, I'm not that scary right?

I'm a cute, friendly infant spirit beast that barely greater than a small dog.

Warm milk bowl with some meat that was obviously uncooked placed before me disappointment flashed into my eyes realizing that the food was clearly raw.

Here I hope to get some warm, tasty meal... not that I will not accept this. Why do I your great aunt only get raw food? But it can't even be slightly warmed by Styr on a pan to give it a slight roast as well as B.B.Q taste

What are they taking me this great-grandmother for?

The meal, even if unsatisfying in gastronomic skills toward an ex-human, could still be considered rather copious for a 2-3 months old baby tiger I at least wouldn't starve today…

Still disappointed, I grabbed with both my front paws the bow trying to sit and drink not wanting to lap at the milk like a simple animal. I caught the maid with a glance with the corner of my eye a '0` shape with her mouth that even an ostrich egg would fit in.

But, even that doesn't last for more than a moment as a voice rang through the room.

[Dismissed]

Single dominating word said. The tone wasn't flattering but it could be even pretty intimidating.

The room seemed to have lost a few degrees in warm.

With single intimidating command, the maid left like her pants were lighted on fire and all hell was following in tow!

Gaze following the poor flustered maid as she nearly fled faster than Roadrunner could ever run!

Biting my lower lip, my gaze land on the wrongdoer and slowly shook my head.

Truly, he's evil to the bone!