Barnaby was a creature of simple pleasures, heavy naps, sunbeams, and high quality treats. The holiday season, however, was a disruption. It involved the Great Green Needle Tower appearing in the living room and, worse, the mandatory wearing of the Crimson Bow.
Beneath the boughs of the glowing tree, Barnaby sat with absolute dignity. The giants cooed and made squeaky noises to elicit a reaction, but he offered only a stoic stare. The twinkling lights above were mere distractions, he was focused on maintaining his composure. He knew that if he sat perfectly still, the ordeal would end sooner. He was a statue of orange fluff, a guardian of the floorboards, observing the shiny baubles with deep skepticism.
Eventually, the scenery shifted. Moved away from the prickly branches, he found himself perched against a backdrop of cascading pink velvet. Here, the atmosphere was softer. Barnaby crossed his paws, a gesture of pure sophistication. He tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes wide and piercing. He was no longer just a pet, he was art. He waited for the signal that his work was done, ready to trade his patience for a bowl of cream. He had performed his duty perfectly.
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.
