In the quiet hours of the afternoon, the headquarters is buzzing with activity. This is not merely a home, it is a fortress commanded by a fluff covered hierarchy known strictly as The Cat Council.
The day begins in the Great Hall, where the grey furred executives have convened a high priority meeting upon the dark mahogany table. The Chairman, a Scottish Fold with eyes like amber coins, sprawls across the smooth surface, dictating the schedule. The agenda is clear, nap times must be extended, and the treat distribution frequency is currently unacceptable. His associates, perched on the chairs below, listen intently. They know that holding the high ground is essential for maintaining authority over the Tall Ones who deliver the food.
Meanwhile, security operations are underway near the balcony glass. The Chief of Watch, a magnificent black and white officer, sits rigid and alert. His target? A suspicious, multi colored caterpillar stuck to the glass. It hasn’t moved for hours, but vigilance is key. Is it a friend? A foe? Or simply a strange device meant to distract him from the birds outside? He remains unblinking, bathed in the golden sunlight, protecting the realm from the plastic intruder.
High above the floor, the most advanced research is taking place in the Zero Gravity Chamber. The majestic tuxedo commander has climbed the tall sisal tower to test the laws of matter. He pours himself into the transparent acrylic bowl, proving once and for all that cats are, in fact, liquid. Suspended in the air, he sleeps with his paws pressed against the clear curve, peering down at his kingdom through the bubble. From this vantage point, he is untouchable a king floating in his own private orbit, dreaming of endless tuna and a world without vacuum cleaners.
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.
