In the vast expanse of the House, from the polished wooden plains to the intricately woven valleys of the living room rug, one ruler held absolute sway: The Gray Tabby. His days were not merely filled with naps, but with the serious business of maintaining order in his kingdom.
The day always began with a perimeter sweep. With his tail hoisted high a striped flagpole signaling his authority the Gray Cat patrolled the wooden floors. He marched past the mysterious silver monolith of the refrigerator and stood before the white portal in the door. His confident stride communicated a clear message to any dust bunnies or invisible specters daring to intrude: This territory is under my protection. All is secure.
By midday, a crisis arose near the kitchen. A strange, segmented creature of shocking pink and gray stripes had appeared on the floor. The Gray Cat wasted no time. He cornered the colorful caterpillar, standing over his vanquished foe. He turned to the nearest observer, his mouth open in a demanding chirp. Behold! he declared. I have neutralized the threat. The kingdom is safe once more. Bring me treats as a reward for my valor.
Exhausted from a hard day of patrolling and beast slaying, the ruler retired to his most luxurious throne room the ornate Persian rug. It was here, surrounded by rich patterns, that he allowed his loyal subjects to approach. A hand, clad in a blue sleeve, reached down to offer the mandatory evening tribute a perfect scratch right behind the ears. The Gray Cat leaned into the touch, eyes narrowing with satisfaction. It was good to be the king.
Shannon Willis can usually be found in the company of furry friends. A passionate animal enthusiast, her work is often inspired by her deep love for cats, dogs, and the animal kingdom as a whole.
