Whiskers on the Threshold of Myth


Molly was not your ordinary Bombay cat. She was intelligent, affectionate, and social, but these were not her most remarkable traits. Molly was the guardian of a gateway, a portal leading to the land of legends.

The gateway was hidden in plain sight, nestled between the roots of an ancient oak tree in the heart of a bustling city park. To the untrained eye, it was just a hollow in the tree, but Molly knew better. She had been chosen, entrusted with the responsibility of guarding the gateway, a task she performed with unwavering loyalty.

Molly’s days were filled with the usual cat activities: napping in the sun, chasing squirrels, and receiving affection from the park’s visitors. But when the sun set, her true duty began. She would sit by the gateway, her green eyes glowing in the dark, watching for any signs of disturbance.

One evening, as the last rays of the sun disappeared, Molly noticed a peculiar figure approaching. It was a man, but not like any she had seen before. He was tall and thin, with a long white beard that reached his waist. His eyes twinkled with a strange light, and he carried a staff adorned with symbols Molly recognized from the gateway.

The man stopped in front of the oak tree and looked at Molly. “Greetings, Guardian,” he said, his voice echoing in the quiet park. “I am Merlin, a traveler from the land of legends. I seek passage through the gateway.”

Molly studied the man. She could sense no malice in him, but she also knew that appearances could be deceiving. She had been chosen to guard the gateway, not to let anyone pass through it. But Merlin’s presence stirred something within her. A curiosity, a longing to know more about the land of legends.

Merlin seemed to sense her hesitation. “I understand your duty, Guardian,” he said. “But I assure you, I mean no harm. I merely wish to return home.”

Molly looked into Merlin’s eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. She found none. Instead, she saw a deep sadness, a longing for home. She felt a pang of sympathy. After all, wasn’t she too far from her own kind, chosen for a duty that kept her isolated?

In that moment, Molly made a decision. She stepped aside, allowing Merlin to approach the gateway. As he passed, he placed a gentle hand on her head. “Thank you, Guardian,” he said. “Your loyalty is commendable.”

As Merlin disappeared into the gateway, Molly felt a strange sense of peace. She had made the right decision. She was not just a guardian, but a bridge between two worlds. And in that role, she realized, she was not alone. She was a part of something bigger, a part of a story that spanned across worlds and legends.

From that day forward, Molly continued her duty with renewed vigor. She guarded the gateway, not just out of loyalty, but out of a sense of purpose. She was Molly, the Bombay cat, the guardian of the gateway to the land of legends. And she was proud.

And so, the story of Molly, the intelligent, affectionate, and social Bombay cat, continues. Each day brings new visitors, new stories, and new adventures. And through it all, Molly stands guard, a beacon of loyalty and courage in a world filled with legends.


What happens next?

Mild to Wild

1 = Keep it simple10 = Let's get wild

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