Suzette is one of the two protagonists of my chapter book, The King and the Calico…in Paris. I think you’ll really enjoy her personality.
Brooke: Welcome to the blog, Suzette. Were you named for the crepes?
Suzette licks a paw and rubs it across the top of her head.
Brooke: Suzette? Did you hear the question?
Suzette continues grooming herself.
Brooke: Um, Suzette? You’re embarrassing me. Can you please answer the question? You agreed to behave.
Suzette: I’m waiting for a serious question. Crepes? Please.
Brooke: Oh, sorry. You sound a little like Pompidou, though. He’s the one who thinks he’s a king.
Suzette: *snort* Just because I don’t live in an apartment doesn’t mean I don’t have any self-esteem. Stop wasting everyone’s time and let’s get to the real questions.
Brooke: *clears throat* Well, then. What is your favorite place in Paris?
Suzette: Obviously the Eiffel Tower, because it’s where I live and where I find food and distraction. I guess I’d live somewhere else if somewhere else was my favorite place, yanno?
Brooke: That makes sense. How did you end up on the street?
Suzette: I don’t know. I’ve been there for as long as I can remember, since I was a tiny kitten scrounging bits out of the gutter.
Brooke: That’s so sad.
Suzette: Don’t patronize me or I walk.
Brooke: Right. Sorry. What’s the best food you find left behind by tourists at the Eiffel Tower?
Suzette: A good flaky croissant is a rare and special treat, but I’m happy enough with the leftovers of a Camembert sandwich.
Brooke: Yum. I remember those – thick slices of creamy Camembert between the halves of a buttered baguette. Nice choice.
Suzette: Thanks for making me hungry, Brooke.
Brooke: Oh, sorry. You want me to make you something?
Suzette: Nah, I’d better hit the road, but thanks for having me. Next time, can I try a bubble bath?
Brooke: Sure, anytime. Thanks for stopping by.