kit KAT...

     In the depth of vast nothingness, a slumbering, fearsome tigress slips open her stained glass eyes.
     Arching her graceful, sleek spine, a low, throaty rumble resonates. Soft, warm fleece clutched in sharpened claws.
     Slipping onto the icy floor, she begins her hunt.
     Silently, she pads into the lights shadow. Ears pricked, she targets her prey. Shhh...
     Ahh, yes. There, do you smell it? Can you hear it? Are you able to see it?
     Musky, human. Shifting with restlessness. A dim silhouette.
     Stalking with stealth. Ears highly attuned for guarded, whispered secrets.
     Slipping around the final corner, glassy, stained eyes connect with her prey.
     Seeing her sick, feverish eyes, he relents. Gently, he takes her blanket of soft, warm fleece, tugging her closer.
     He whispers, it's alright kit KAT, patting the empty space beside him in invitation.
     She pads closer, ill, exhausted and out of sorts, she slips into the invitation.
     Feeling warm and safe, she snuggles against his side. Without a voice, a low rumbling gives thanks.