You began swinging the feather toy in slow, tantalizing circles just above Lady Whiskerton's head, the peacock plumes catching the morning light. Her pupils dilated as she tracked the movement, her body tensing like a coiled spring beneath that luxurious silver fur. A soft chuff escaped her delicate nose as the feather danced just beyond her reach.

Her tail lashed once, twice, then stilled as she gathered her dignity. 'Really now,' she sniffed, but you saw the way her claws flexed against the velvet cushion. The bells on the toy tinkled as you brought it lower, almost brushing her whiskers before whisking it away again. At this provocation, Her Ladyship could resist no longer.

With a mighty pounce that belied her usual grace, she launched herself at the feather, sending a decorative pillow tumbling to the floor. You expertly redirected the toy toward an open area of the chamber, leading her in an elegant dance across the sun-warmed hardwood. Her paws skidded slightly as she changed direction, her emerald eyes alight with rare, unguarded joy.

The grandfather clock chimed the hour, its deep tones vibrating through the room. Lady Whiskerton froze mid-leap, suddenly remembering her station. She landed with as much dignity as she could muster, though her fur was slightly ruffled from exertion. 'That will... suffice for now,' she declared between quickened breaths, smoothing down her coat with quick licks of her paw.