He would regularly attempt to get a sneak peek into the attic, but “Miss Eliza Bitch” - as Bonesy was prone to curse when sufficiently out of earshot - always ensured the door was always carefully padlocked, no matter how short a time she spent outside the confines of her upstairs study.
But he had been all nice and smiles for the past while. Yeah. That’s fine. Just play along for now. Bide yer bones for the time being…
But tonight, with Lylis and Miss Elisabeth both out on one of their stuck-up ‘adventures’, Bonesy decided the time was ripe to blow the lid off this whole charade! Something about that cow, Eliza, had never sat right, and he was the only one who saw it! As far as Bonesy was concerned, it was bad enough that poor soft-touch Kiko was having the wool pulled over her eyes, but even Cosy had been taken in by her snooty, plummy, ooh-lah-di-dah-your-royal-highness-knows-the-alphabet-backwards ways.
Imagine allowing Little Miss Eliza-Icicle Tits to install a lock on the door to the loft! I mean, if anyone was entitled to their own room it was Bonesy, who had been Cosy’s faithful companion for ages and - let’s be honest - hadn’t even come close to burning the house down for at least a few years now! Okay. Months, then.
But now, he had everything lined up, and he was ready to pounce…
Kiko was busy reading about Ancient Greece, engrossed in the rich blend of history and literature and philosophy:
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“Ptchuh! Still ogling pictures of them musclebound boys in short togas!” Bonesy muttered to himself, simultaneously pulling on as sunny a smile as a skellington possibly could:
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“Ooh!” Kiko startled. “You made me jump!”
“Aw. Sorry about that me old china.” Bonesy tried to sound apologetic. “I was just going to put the kettle on. Fancy a nice hot chocolate?”
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“Bah.” Bonesy shrugged. “It’s only the bleedin’ kettle, innit.”
“Oh. Well. Yes.” Kiko replied, distracted somewhat by her own thoughts. After all, Bonesy had been very well behaved recently.
Now, someone with even the slightest streak of cynicism in their body might have thought all this recent angelically skeletal behaviour a little too good to be true. But Kiko always liked to see the good in everyone. And so she turned and smiled, her thoughts in the end warmed by the thought of a mug of hot chocolate and some gooey marshmallowy goodness…. “Mmmm… any marshmallows around?”
“Er. I’ll go have a look!” And with that, Bonesy disappeared from the edge of the door and rattled post haste down the hallway towards the kitchen…
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Soon the steam rose from the milky brown liquid, as Bonesy gave the mug an extra couple of judicious stirs. He even went so far as to wipe the counter top down before giddily carrying the hot beverage into the living room.
“No marshmallows, I’m afraid.” Bonesy tutted sympathetically in Kiko’s direction. “I bet that fat-bellied git Cosy, ate ‘em all by ‘imself. Never mind, I made it extra milky for ya instead!”
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Bonesy seemed to hold his breath of a second, but Kiko didn’t notice: engrossed as she was in the sensuous delights of a hot choc on a cold, autumn evening.
The moment passed, Kiko licked her lips, and Bonesy grinned even wider than usual.
“Mmmm.” Kiko purred, as she placed the mug down on the table in front of her. “Thank you so much Bonesy. It tastes lovely!”
“Yeah.” Bonesy suppressed a cackle. “I put extra work into that choccy. So make sure you drink it all up while it’s still warm!”
“Oh, I will! Thank you!” Kiko promised, and Bonesy left the living room whistling nonchalantly as he went.
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Even though there are still 500 visitors after him and rising! 
Kiko has become very attached to Orinoco over the past few months.
This shot is priceless. Was he fortunate enough to be called 'Bonesy' in his prior life as well?
