There’s a patch of sunlight on the deck, and Soup has claimed it like a queen returning to her rightful throne. The wind whispers through the last leaves, but she doesn’t stir, not for the world, not for the chill. Some know how to rule with claws; Soup rules with stillness. In her kingdom, warmth is loyalty and naps are law.
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