The day always began with The Stare. It wasn’t just a look, it was a silent command delivered with piercing green gold eyes. He sat perfectly still, a statue of grey fur and serious intent, waiting for breakfast to be served. There was no need for meows or scratches, his sheer presence was enough to wake the household. He was the king of his domain, and he took his reign seriously, ensuring his staff knew exactly who was in charge.
But a king also needs to hunt. By mid morning, the living room transformed into a wild jungle. Amongst the bright orange autumn foliage, he crouched low, his pupils dilated with the thrill of the chase. To the untrained eye, it was just a pile of decorative leaves, but to him, it was deep cover. He stalked invisible prey, rustling through the crisp fabric, proving that despite his comfortable life, the heart of a predator still beat beneath his ribs.
Once the hunt concluded, it was time for the afternoon watch. He took his post by the window, where the slats of light cut across his face. This was serious business. Every squirrel, passing car, and drifting leaf had to be cataloged. He sat with quiet dignity, ears swiveling like radar dishes, ensuring the perimeter remained secure. He was the silent guardian, the watcher at the sill, observing the world outside while safely tucked behind the glass.
Finally, the heavy burden of ruling, hunting, and guarding became too much. The day’s work was done. He collapsed onto the soft carpet, legs in the air, exposing his soft, vulnerable belly to the ceiling. The fierce hunter was gone, replaced by a puddle of contentment. Deep in slumber, paws twitching, the cat dreamed of catching the bird that got away, secure in the knowledge that he was safe, loved, and the absolute master of his world.
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.
