The day always begins with protocol. I assume my position on the velvet cushions, crossing my paws with practiced elegance. Wearing my dark lace collar, I look every bit the aristocrat I know myself to be. It is important to set a standard of decorum early in the morning, one must look regal while waiting for the breakfast service. I am not merely a pet, I am the sovereign of this cozy kingdom.
By midday, the formal wear comes off, and my duties as the guardian of the indoor jungle begin. I sit amongst the potted greens, my silvery coat catching the soft light from the window. My blue eyes scan the ceiling, tracking the elusive light reflections that dance across the walls. I am alert, whiskers twitching, watching for invisible intruders or perhaps just a bird daring to fly past my window. Nothing moves in this space without my permission.
Eventually, the distance between royalty and subject must be bridged. I decide it is time for an inspection. I lean in close, my face filling the view, eyes wide and unblinking. I stare deeply at my companion, demanding their undivided attention. Look at me, my gaze says, for I am the center of this universe. It is a moment of pure, intense curiosity where I check to ensure my loyal friend is still properly enchanted by my presence.
But the life of a ruler is exhausting. As the afternoon light fades, the need for vigilance melts away. I find the warm arm of my companion the most comfortable pillow in the house. I rest my chin heavily upon their skin, letting my eyes drift shut. The regal posture dissolves into a puddle of soft fur and trust. Here, safe and loved, the sovereign takes a nap, dreaming of treats and endless sunbeams.
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.
