A history of Juliet Solo

It was time for the class that Dennis was newly ambivalent towards. Especially after his friend convinced him that it didn’t have to be boring. He saw it with new eyes. He decided to sit in a different corner. It was that season where girls, especially, got really weird and he didn’t really feel comfortable with it. All the hearts, and cooties, and whatever it was that the older people did. It sent a shiver down his spine. He may understand it a bit, since his sister loved the holiday most, but it didn’t mean he always wanted to be around it. He chose a spot in the back corner away from most of the other students. Some guys came to sit a few seats away but other than that it was fine.

Then…a soft thud as something landed on his lap. Juliet! She must have followed him out of the dormitory this morning. This class got a whole lot more exciting now! Scratch what he said about all the girlie stuff. There was one girl that always had his heart and it was Juliet. She was his best friend. She had a light brown coat with leaopard rosettes specked throughout filled with a darker brown. Her legs, tell, neck, and face were striped like a tiger. Her eyes were a deep emerald. She was honestly the best pet he had ever known and the most loyal. She purred as she laid there, content in her surprise.

Class was a few minutes away from started so he took some time to stroke her beautiful fur and he even got his quill out for her to play with the feather. He didn’t normally allow this behavior, as consenting to his pen being a play thing was bound to backfire when it came time to do his homework. But he hadn’t brought any toys and he was feeling generous that day. It could be a dangerous thing to be too lenient on such a pretty creature. Too lax and Bengals tended to be wild animals, but too strict you just made them act out in frustration. There was a perfect balance and he hoped that he wasn’t disturbing that balance later.

She, however, seemed not to be as interested as Dennis had hoped. She lazily batted at the feather and then rolled over on her back and showed her tummy, continuing to purr. He gave her belly stroke, she gave him a playful nibble, and he pulled his hand away. Even the cutest and most well behaved of cats, you are a brave person to touch their belly. Juliet was a good girl, though, and never bit too hard. It was almost time for class and Juliet stayed hidden under the desk as he took out his books.