Sir Percival’s Perspective… 🐾

Ah yes, the smear campaign. Classic tactic of insecure mammals with too much time and not enough grace.

There I was, curled up in the Otherworld, tail wrapped, third eye open, licking my metaphysical paw, when I caught wind of the latest nonsense. The Lady, bless her chaotic little soul, had finally found something resembling peace: a boat shop, kind humans, no screaming relatives or unsolicited opinions. It was almost… dull. Gloriously so.

Enter Bully.

Now, I’ve watched alley cats with more subtlety than this man. And yet, he pulled out the oldest trick in the miserable manual: Send in the offspring. Let’s be clear, Bully didn’t do the dirty work himself. No, he weaponized his own bloodline. A move so low, even sewer rats would wince.

Bully Junior, once a mewling kitten with potential, now reduced to a mouthpiece for someone else’s vendetta. Imagine being a grown man and still answering to an uncle’s command like a confused carrier pigeon.

The mission? Sabotage. Call the Lady’s new boss. Spin the tale. Drop poison disguised as “concern.”

But here’s the rub, dear reader…

It didn’t work.
Because while Bullies bark, real ones watch.

The boss, a rare breed of human with actual discernment, let the whole thing slide off like rain off a duck’s back. Or, more fittingly, like an accusation off a cat who simply refuses to care.

He said nothing.
Kept the Lady’s dignity intact.
Let the bullsh*t fizzle out in silence.

A masterstroke of non-reactivity. Frankly, I’m impressed. I’d give him a dead mouse if I hadn’t already transcended material offerings.

And the Lady? She kept showing up. Doing the work. Not knowing there was drama behind the curtain. That’s power, my kittens, not fighting the smear, but living in such a way that it never had claws.

So here’s your lesson from the Other Side:

Let them plot. Let them gossip. Let them scream into their shallow little tea cups.
You? You stay soft, stay sly, and let your peace be your vengeance.

And if anyone tries to drag you into their mud, simply do what I would do:
Sit down. Wash your paw. Blink slowly. And ignore them into oblivion.

– Sir Percival 🐾
Veteran of Nine Lives, Judge of Souls, and Purveyor of Purring Justice…