The room was bathed in a deep, electric blue twilight, but Cowboy was ready for the chill. He stood before the glowing pine tree, not just as a pet, but as an icon of winter fashion. He adjusted the collar of his distressed denim vest it was rugged, yet refined and made sure his white knit beanie with the faux fur pom pom was sitting at a jaunty angle.
For the first few moments, Cowboy maintained total professionalism. He sat tall, his orange and white fur gleaming under the multicolored fairy lights. He stared deeply into the distance, pondering the mysteries of the season. Why is the tree inside? Why can’t I climb it? He looked the part of a serious model, stoic and composed.
But even the most disciplined professional has a breaking point. A faint scent drifted through the air perhaps the opening of a tin, or the crinkle of a treat bag. The facade cracked. Cowboy’s pink tongue darted out to lick his nose, his eyes widening with sudden, intense interest. The dignified silence was broken by the anticipation of a snack.
As the session dragged on, the treats did not arrive fast enough. The novelty of the hat began to wear thin. Cowboy slumped slightly, his ears tilting back. He fixed the room with a flat, judgmental stare. The festive cheer had evaporated, replaced by a single, clear thought, Take this hat off me, or the tree goes down.
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.
