The Cats Dressed in Their Finest: Fantasy

The cats went to town dressed in their finest to see the performing mice put on their act. They polished their claws and twirled their whiskers, brushed down their fine velvet jackets and polished their boots. They made sure their littlest ones were wearing the soft claw-protectors that would keep them from gravely injuring another kit or one of the performing mice by accident when their emotions got away from them; the claws of kits were the sharpest of all. A full grown adult, unless a warrior, usually kept his claws politely blunted, so as to keep from injuring a business opponent or a personal one during the batting of paws that established a dominant pattern, at least hypothetically.

Inspiration: The picture on the Victorian prop-up calendar that came with my 2007 wall calendar.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: I don't usually write anthropomorphized animals (say that a hundred times fast!) or sexy/cuddly-aliens-evolved-from-felines. I don't feel any particular need to expand in that direction; I just hadn't thought about it being something I haven't done until I got this little prompt written.