Lucille

Stepping daintily along the cobblestone path, I cloak myself in the regal poise that has been instilled in me since kittenhood. My tail, twitches with apprehension, betraying the composure I strive so desperately to maintain. The weight of the satchel draped across my shoulders feels heavier with each step, laden not just with my essentials, but with the expectations of my lineage.

"An Emotional Support Cat, is more than just a title; it is a calling" my father's words echo in my mind, his stern countenance materializing with unsettling clarity. I left the comfort of our manor, where every need was anticipated and met, to prove to him that I am more than the pampered feline he believes me to be.

My heart flutters like a caged bird within my chest as I approach the humble abode where my first charge resides. I'm born of nobility, groomed for excellence, but now, standing here, I am riddled with doubt.

"You meowst rise to the occasion, Lucille" I chastise myself silently "You come from a long line of distinguished support companions, failure is not an option nya~." Yet, as I raise my hand to rap gently upon the door, the specter of inadequacy whispers that I am a failure.