Yours

Your water? Whatever do you mean, Human Mommy?

According to the teachings of my Spiritual Father, Darth Vader, everything in the homestead belongs to me, by right, as the reigning House Panther.

A lanky black kitten stands on a coffee table, poised to take a sip of water out of a pink crystal glass.

You can keep the coffee, though. I really don’t understand what you Humans see in that dreadful smelling beverage.

—Neo

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