To catch up with the previous parts

https://summerstommy.com/2014/02/03/the-cat-people-of-kagir-manor-part-1/

http://jlroeder.wordpress.com/2014/02/04/the-cat-people-of-kagir-manor-part-2/

With the echoes of Hotel California in his mind Michael turned to see his four friends all looking towards him as if seeking direction and god forbid, guidance.

There was a cat like utterance heard and suddenly there was movement in the room. The guests all went back to what they were doing before the men arrived. Michael and his friends became aware of a new movement in the room.

Around the perimeter of the room was a line of smaller cat like creatures. The men were later to learn that these were the servant class or the ‘Purrs’, which had its own irony, as they didn’t purr at all. They spoke in low squeak tones, a language that was unique to them. They were overseen by the one cat person who most intimidated Michael and his friends.

This was Silkis, a large, what we might consider a tomcat, ginger and fierce looking. Even when he smiled he looked ready to devour you.

Silkis uttered a series of guttural noises and the Purrs sprang into action, two stood either side of each man.

The Purrs never made eye contact but rather each took the hand of the man they stood beside and led them up the stairs to where the men assumed their respective rooms would be.

Michael became aware of the Purr on his left, that it had the softest hand, and held his hand firmly, he had the impression the Purr was savouring the moment as if it had long awaited the feel of a human hand once again. He looked down on the tiny person, it’s eyes cast down, the top of its head the shape of the cats, triangular with the tiniest pointed ears.

They walked down a winding corridor and stopped outside a large wooden door. Silkis who had led the procession looked back at the line of men and

Purrs and as if checking to see that all were accounted for, opened the door and led the way into a large room, dormitory in nature, with beds spread around the walls. The Purrs took each man to his assigned bed.

The room had one smallish size window; there was a bathroom off to one side, a small table beside each bed and not a lot else.

At the end of each bed was a pile of clothes. They were colourful; each man appeared to have been assigned a different colour. All the while the Purrs held firmly to the men’s hands.

“This,” said Silkis, “Is where you will stay while with us. The clothing on the end of your beds is for you to wear. The Purrs will assist you in changing. It is important that you wear the assigned clothing at all times. Your own clothes will be kept for you. You wont be needing them for some time.”

Then smiling malevolently he took his leave leaving the men alone with the Purrs who still held each man’s hand firmly.

There followed a series of high-pitched sounds as the Purrs communicated with each other and each went to work on their assigned man.

This story is a collaboration between Michael at Morpethroad and myself. It began when we realized our Friday Fictioneer stories

http://jlroeder.wordpress.com/2014/01/17/friday-fictioneers-jan-17-2014/

And

https://summerstommy.com/2014/01/15/friday-fictioneers-the-manor-house/

Had a common ground and decided to try our hand at writing a story from this base. So this is the fruit of our labors, a lot of fun and always a pleasant exercise.

Part 4 will continue the story tomorrow on Jackie’s blog. Please keep reading and we love comments! Thank you.