Diary Entry of Equius Zahhak, May 1st, 1924
Drama at the house today.
Nepeta found a nest of stray kittens in the garden and, being the kind soul that she is, brought them inside. She might be kind, but she is not a fool, and tried valiantly to hide them from Father, remembering what he does to kittens if he finds them.
He found them. I swear, that man can smell out joy and happiness and then does everything he can to try and end it. He ordered them drowned, of course–completely expected, that’s what he does to all things he does not want to deal with–and Nepeta flew through the house in a dreadful state until she found me and led me, tearful and unable to speak, to the kitchens where the small executions were to take place.
I intervened and managed to save all but one of the little foundlings, and they are now safely ensconced in a small basket in my chambers, and the help has strict orders to not venture into my living area without my express permission. There are times when being large and intimidating has value.
Nepeta is in here now, asleep on the floor and covered in kittens. I will have to carry her to her room and put her to bed. Or perhaps she can sleep on the couch in here; that would not be entirely proper, but she has had a traumatic day, and I’m sure sleeping with the kittens would make her feel better. Very well, she can stay.
I sometimes wonder that Aurthor did not drown both of us when we were wigglers.