The wind outside was biting, the kind that slips through fur and chills the bones, but Jasper knew a secret.
Tucked away behind the old barn was a wooden fortress a small, unassuming box that held the greatest treasure a wandering tabby could hope for, dry, crunching warmth.
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Video Credit: user/Flamestitch/
Jasper squeezed through the narrow entrance, his whiskers twitching as they brushed the rough wood. Inside, the world was silent. The chaos of the windy night was instantly muffled, replaced by the earthy, sweet scent of clean straw. He paused, his eyes glowing like twin lanterns in the dark, scanning the shadows. No mice. No rivals. Just an empty, inviting bed.
He stepped gingerly onto the straw, the dry stalks rustling softly under his paws. It was perfect. But Jasper was a professional, one never simply flops down. He circled once, twice, checking the exit route, ensuring he was the master.
Satisfied, he moved toward the back corner, but curiosity got the better of him. He leaned in close to the strange, unblinking eye on the wall the camera watching over his sanctuary. With a final shuffle and a heavy sigh of relief, he let the weight of the night drop from his shoulders, allowing the straw to embrace him. The Hay Hotel was open for business, and he was the VIP guest.
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.
