Mitten, as Mr Harrison called her, was not like other cats. While most found joy in dangling with toys, Mitten had a peculiar fascination with footwears. Mr Harrison who was a gardener would often leave his boots on the mat after a long day dressing his unruly roses, and that's where Mitten unique rituals began. Every evening, as the sun begins to set, Mitten would pad silently over to the boot tray, she wouldn't climb them, rather she would find her way and settle in the middle of the tray.


Today wasn't different, Mitten settled in the middle of the tray, and imagined the boots as ancients, silent sentinel guarding the entrance where mice danced, and she was the guard. 


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As dusk painted the window, Mitten sat there, feeling perfect in her little Boot bound sanctuary, she was the queen of the boot tray, the silent guardian of the entrance, and in her unique way, she was exactly where she was meant to be. Oftentimes Mr Harrison would chuckle when he noticed her weird behavior, to him, a happy cat was a good cat, even if her happiness came in the most unexpected places.