The Secret Mission of a House Cat

Shannon Willis

The Secret Mission of a House Cat

To the untrained eye, Moki appears to be a small, patterned kitten with innocent eyes and soft paws. But Moki knows the truth, she is the guardian of the living room, and her days are filled with high stakes missions.

The day began with Surveillance Mode. Moki stood rigid on the grey carpet, her posture perfect. Her tail was tucked, and her ears were swiveled forward, acting as high frequency antennas. She wasn’t just standing there, she was analyzing the perimeter. Had the dog moved a muscle? Was that a dust mote floating near the fireplace, or an enemy drone? Her focus was absolute.

The Secret Mission of a House Cat
Photo Credit: user/Taigent/
The Secret Mission of a House Cat
Photo Credit: user/Taigent/

Once the ground floor was deemed clear, Moki initiated Operation High Ground. Scaling the side of the velvet armchair, she perched on the edge, looking down with intense concentration. From this vantage point, she spotted her target, a rogue piece of fuzz attached to the fabric. She raised a paw, claws slightly extended, calculating the trajectory. She didn’t just bat at things, she engaged them with tactical precision.

Suddenly, the energy shifted. The adrenaline of the hunt surged through her. It was time to unleash the Beast Within. She squeezed her eyes shut, wrinkled her nose, and opened her mouth in a display that was half yawn, half war cry. It looked like a sleepy kitten moment, but Moki knew she was letting out a ferocious roar to warn the furniture of her power.

The Secret Mission of a House Cat
Photo Credit: user/Taigent/

After the exertion of the roar, Moki switched to Investigation Protocol. She hopped down and approached the lens, her head tilted slightly. Her pupils dilated, taking in the light. She looked inquisitive, checking to see if the had captured her good side.

The Secret Mission of a House Cat
Photo Credit: user/Taigent/
The Secret Mission of a House Cat
Photo Credit: user/Taigent/

Finally, the mission was complete. Moki settled into a sitting position. The wild huntress vanished, replaced by a mask of pure innocence. Her large, amber eyes looked directly at the viewer, soft and sweet, as if to say, Who, me? I haven’t been hunting dust bunnies. I’ve been a perfect angel all day.

Moki the Cat will be ready for her next adventure.


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