With practiced grace, you straightened from your bow and cleared your throat delicately. "Might I fetch your favorite feather toy, Your Ladyship?" you inquired, hands folded behind your back. The golden feather on a silk ribbon always brought out her playful side, though she'd never admit to such undignified behavior.

Lady Whiskerton paused mid-lick, her pink tongue still extended. She regarded you with those luminous green eyes before giving the faintest nod. "If you insist," she said airily, pretending to examine her claws. "Though I'm only humoring you, of course."

You hid a smile as you crossed the sun-dappled chamber to the gilded toy chest. The mansion's morning light caught dust motes dancing around the antique furniture. Selecting the prized peacock feather toy from its velvet-lined compartment, you noticed the silver bells had come slightly loose from their fastenings - something to repair later.

Returning to Her Ladyship's cushion, you gave the toy an experimental twirl. The bells jingled softly, and despite her regal demeanor, you saw the tip of her tail begin to twitch with anticipation. She stretched luxuriously, extending one perfectly manicured paw toward the feather as if granting it permission to entertain her.