Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.

She sauntered into the room as though she owned the place. In truth, she owned every room she entered. Her presence commanded attention. At this moment, I had the honor of sharing her space. She sat on the sofa across from me, grooming herself.

I greeted her.

“How do you feel about all the attention you get? Pardon my candor, but you are aloof. Does the fawning ever get to you?”

She glared at me for a moment, shocked by my forthright accusation, at the get-go, no less. I felt my aggressive approach would catch her attention and maybe even impress her enough to grace me with a response. I succeeded only in not offending her. I took that as an acceptance of my dare to entertain her ego. After a moment of sizing me up, she returned to her grooming as though I had never said anything. I scooted closer, risking her departure. A person’s proximity was usually not tolerated unless she approached, herself.

I continued.

“May I ask, what is a typical day for you? For someone so self-absorbed, you seem to prefer being elusive. People often comment on your mysterious disappearances. Would you mind sharing what you do while avoiding your subjects?”

She paused.

“That’s my business. How does my hair look? The shine is beautiful, is it not? I maintain a strict diet of the highest quality on the recommendation of my doctor. He prescribes only the best for me and insists I eat the most expensive food on the market to give me this healthy glow. He says the diet will increase my longevity and keep me beautiful. My hair is my most striking feature, and the food I eat helps keep it that way. Perhaps I will let you touch it before you leave. It’s irresistible, don’t you think?”

“Indeed, it is. Speaking of physical features, you have a distinct look about you. I’ve done research and found you may have Norwegian roots. Would you care to comment on your lineage?”

“I come from nobility, as you know. Though I, myself, will not contribute to the bloodline. I have siblings who already have. They expect to continue in that endeavor. My oldest sibling has the obligation to do so”

“Do you have plans to find a mate and settle down someday?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, my dear. I keep my private life private. Besides, the mystery increases the attention I get when I step into the limelight. I am missed. I am told so daily.”

I could tell she was getting annoyed by my prying. But I continued.

“What did you do today?”

“I slept most of the day. I prefer spending my busy time at night. I am quite tired at the moment, to be honest. Here, touch my hair. I want my visitor to know how luxurious it is.”

She leaped over to my chair and snuggled for a brief moment before biting my hand. Her teeth were sharp.

“That’s enough,” she said abruptly, and promptly left the room.

Her servant approached me and thanked me for the visit. She offered me a refill on my tea, but I felt no reason to stay now that the job was finished.

“Did you get everything?” She asked.

“Not nearly enough, but I imagine she prefers to keep people wanting. She is a princess, after all.”

“She is here, at least,” the servant added.

As I left, I caught a glimpse of Tinkles peeking at me from around the corner.

“Goodbye, cat. Thank you for your time”

I reached down to pet her once more, and she bit me again. I reared back in pain as she scurried away.

“That will scar,” I said to myself with a smile of gratitude. “A souvenir.”