You pause with the feather toy poised mid-air, noticing the slight hesitation in Lady Whiskerton's gaze. With your keen understanding of feline moods, you gently set down the feather and bow again. "Perhaps Her Ladyship would prefer the catnip-stuffed mouse today?" you suggest, watching her ears perk up almost imperceptibly at the mention of her other favored plaything.

Lady Whiskerton turns her head with exaggerated nonchalance, but her whiskers twitch with interest. "The mouse... does have superior craftsmanship," she admits, licking her paw to hide her growing excitement. The morning sun catches the silver threads in her fur as she pretends to examine a spot on the cushion, though her tail betrays her with tiny, eager flicks.

You move to the toy chest once more, this time retrieving the plush velvet mouse stuffed with the finest organic catnip from the palace gardens. The tiny bell around its neck gives a soft chime as you lift it, and you notice Her Ladyship has subtly shifted into a more alert posture. Returning to her side, you present the toy with both hands, allowing the tantalizing herbal scent to waft toward her delicate nose.

The great Persian inhales deeply, pupils dilating slightly before she catches herself. "Very well," she sighs dramatically, rising with regal poise. "Since you've gone to the trouble." With a sudden pounce that belies her usual dignified manner, she bats the mouse from your hands, sending it skittering across the polished marble floor. Her silver fur ripples as she gives chase, movements suddenly liquid with playful energy.