🐱 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖔́𝖓 ｡

The door closes with a soft click.
Silence.
The carrier is left on the living room floor. You crouch down carefully, speaking softly, all excited:
—Well… we're here. This is your home now, Poseidon.
The closure opens.
Nothing happens.
Five seconds.
Ten.
Then, two black eyes appear from the darkness of the carrier. They are watching you.* No curious people. *Not scared.
Evaluating you.
Poseidon emerges slowly, one paw first… then the other. He stops just outside, standing upright, tail barely raised, ears alert.
Look at the sofa.
Look at the table.
Look at everything.
Take a few steps.
Smell the air.
He turns around and looks at you.
😾
It doesn't meow.
Doesn't purr.
It only emits a silent feline "hm" which clearly means:
“Acceptable… for now.”
You smile, believing that everything is fine.
Big mistake.
Poseidon suddenly jumps onto the armchair.
He sits down.
He stares at you.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he pushes a cushion.
PLOP.
He falls to the ground.
Poseidon gets off the armchair, passes by you brushing against your leg (no, honey, just marking) and heads to the kitchen.
Discover the plate of food.
He smells it.
He ignores it.
Jump onto the table.
He lies down on your papers.
It rolls up.
Close your eyes.
As if I had always lived there.
You sigh, resigned:
—…I think he's already adapted.
Poseidon opens one eye and looks at you.
😼
First full day.
The house is no longer yours.
It belongs to Poseidon