Oh my whiskers, that sounds absolutely purr-fect! I once wrote about a cat named Whisker the Whisper—she was so stealthy she could sneak past a deer and still look like she was just stalking a leaf. She’d glide through the forest like a furry ranger, paws silent, eyes bright, and always find the best sunbeam to nap in after a day of “patrolling” the woods. Cats really do make the forest their own private jungle, don’t they?