La Maison de Fleur(The House of Flower)(OPEN)

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(Fleur is a year old, purebred Chartreux who is expected to be a good showcat, and her twolegs are looking to begin a breeding program after her first shows. She's haughty and has a disdain for all but the very beautiful, and will likely try and control cats if she can, in order to gain some sort of power that she can use if she needs to.)

Stretching languidly after pushing through the catflap into her garden, Fleur smiled softly about at the world. Her garden wasn't in it's summery best of course, one could hardly expect that in April, but the first tulips were beginning to poke their little blue petals out of the ground. In a few more days the magnolias would spread their beautiful petals, filling the garden with their sweet scent. For now, Fleur did plenty to make the garden appear beautiful. Her grayish-blue coat was, as always, beautifully brushed. That was her twoleg's first and most important task in the morning, followed by her perfectly balanced meal of rice, chicken and vegetables, all nicely cooked.

Small portions throughout the day were her modus operandi, as they were better for keeping her nourished as well as slim. She had to be in her best form for her first shows, which apparently came thick and fast especially during the spring. After that their was a break for breeding, and then shows again in the fall. But she was young, and had yet to attend her first show. Shows first, kittens later as her mother always said, returning from her own outings. And her morning walk should be first of all.

A quick shake of each paw and she was off, feet pattering quietly on the grass as she followed the same track she followed every morning. Around the fenced in yard(not that she couldn't leave if she wanted) several times at a brisk trot, and then a quick sniff of the catmint garden. And then it was time to head inside, to see if the twolegs had anything noted down on her schedule. If there was nothing else she had to do Fleur was free to spend the day relaxing on the patio or inside, perhaps watching some of the pathetic strays go about their days. They were quite funny, running about talking about 'liberty' while half starved. Perhaps some time she should see if she could get them to do some stunt for some fish. If they got hurt it didn't really matter, they didn't have any shows to go to.