The sun was bright and the docks were alive. My human attendant walked beside me, Xena, the black warrior cat with green eyes. I enjoyed these walks, the salty air, and the sense of adventure that came with it.
My attention was on the birds today, their movements quick and precise. They flew gracefully, stirring a primal instinct within me. My muscles tensed, ready for action.
A sparrow appeared, its flight swift and low. It passed over my head, the air shifting around me. I knew this was my moment. I leapt upward, my body a taut spring. My paws met the bird, but my claws found no purchase. It slipped away, and my heart sank.
As I descended, I realized I had miscalculated my landing. I was falling, the cold water of the dock rushing towards me. I did not like the water, and I did not want this to be the end of my adventure.
But my human attendant was watching, aware of my plight. He caught me just as I was about to hit the water, saving me from a drenched fate. Only my hindquarters were wet, and I clung to him in gratitude.
We continued our walk, my wet tail flicking behind me. I felt a deep bond with my human attendant, the two of us united in facing the world’s challenges. Though the day had been filled with excitement and failure, I knew I would return to the docks again, determined and wiser. And no matter what happened, my human would be there, standing by my side.
The human attendant seems to have been somewhat remiss in looking after his feline friend. If the warriors princess had been wearing a suitable restraint she would not have been able to leap into the air and subsequently fall and get her ass wet. Granted, wearing a restraint would have limited her freedom of movement but being a princess does mean having to submit to behavior and limitations appropriate to her royal status.