Happy #Caturday from Merit!
Photo by T.
The tree of delights had returned at last. It had felt like a lifetime ago since it had last appeared.
It seemed spindlier than before, but this did not dissuade the large gray tabby from taking to it's branches with joy.
Unfortunately, the tree was not as well anchored and sturdy as memory served, and it toppled almost immediately.
The cat resigned itself to chasing a delightful bauble around the living room until it was shoo'd away.
The spirit tasted it and found it fitting.
Form followed thought, and the spirit streeeetched, yawned, and settled down in a sunny place.
This place was its -
And she was its.
#caturday #tootFic inspired by @Teryl_Pacieco 's weekly Caterfic and a prequel to The Cats' Ways on Patreon
It was born of a sense of place that was slowly growing; it was born of a prickly feeling of 'mine' and a quiet sense of warmth and an urgent sense of Defend This.
It was born alone, surrounded by people and wraiths and animals and yet... without.
A tomcat noticed it and brushed against it, the invitation clear despite their difference in type, solidity, and scale. (nobody had ever said tomcats did not have ambition)