The tuxedo clad ruler sat upon the high ridge of the grey cushions, paws tucked neatly away beneath a chest of pristine white fur. To an outsider, it might have looked like a nap was imminent, but the Cat was far from sleeping.
His eyes were wide saucers of gold and green, dilated with an intense, unwavering focus. He had heard a sound the specific, undeniable snap of a plastic seal in the kitchen. The Tall One was awake. The Tall One was moving.
He held his position on the armrest, a statue of black and white elegance. He did not beg, he did not meow. He simply projected his will across the room. Bring the tribute, his wide gaze seemed to say. I am ready. The silence of the living room was heavy with his expectation, proving once again that one does not need to roar to be the king of the jungle, or at least, the king of the sofa.
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.
