But for all her rules and feline pride, she never strays too far from him. If he’s napping on the couch, she’ll nap on the armrest. If he’s sniffing around the hallway, she’s casually pretending to stretch just a few feet away. 

And when he has one of his zoomie episodes—those high-speed, low-traction sprints around the house like he’s late for a very important bark—she watches. Always watching. Regal. Unamused. But I swear I saw her tail twitch like she was… entertained. 

They’re not cuddling. They’re not grooming. But they’re orbiting each other with a strange little rhythm that works for them. 

Not friends. Just… something. 

And honestly, that “something” might be the start of something even better.