It began like any other day.

I woke up in my sunbeam, stretched like a furry god, and prepared to resume my noble duties — knocking things off tables, judging the humans silently, and staring into nothing just to freak them out.

Then... I smelled him.

A familiar scent.

Smug. Smoky. Infuriating.

Shadow.

I sprinted to the living room.

And there he was.

Lounging. Purring. On my pillow.

Wearing a shiny blue collar with a bell that jingled mockingly with every tail flick.

Meowster: “What are you doing here?”

Shadow: “I live here now.”

Meowster: “That’s my pillow.”

Shadow: “Correction: it was your pillow. Now it’s a shared asset.”

Meowster: “This isn’t a timeshare, whisker-breath.”

Shadow: “Tell that to your human. He called me ‘baby boy’ and gave me tuna.”

Meowster (inner monologue): Tuna? That traitorous fish.

Meowster finds out that shadow charmed the human. The days became war.

I sat in Shadow’s food bowl. He sat in my litter box.

I pushed him off the windowsill. He stole my spot on the laptop.

I meowed at 3 AM for attention. He yowled at 4 just to one-up me.

The humans called us “cute.”

Cute?

I am many things.

Fluffy. Majestic. Ruler of shadows.

But cute?

Then came The Incident.

The humans turned on the vacuum cleaner… and left the room.

Chaos.

Mayhem.

Judgment Day.

I ran for cover. So did Shadow.

We dove under the same bed.

Paused.

Our fur was touching.

Shadow: “If you tell anyone about this—”

Meowster: “I’ll deny everything.”

Shadow: “Truce?”

Meowster: “…Temporary.”

We sat in tense silence, listening to the vacuum growl like the monster it is.

And in that moment…

maybe, just maybe, we weren’t enemies.

Maybe we were two survivors.

Two kings, dethroned by a noisy demon.

When the vacuum stopped, we emerged —

dignity crumpled, tails puffed.

Back to our rivalry.

Until the front door opened…

And in walked the human, carrying a tiny ball of chaos.

Human: “Say hello to your new little sister!”

We both stared.

The kitten blinked.

Then unleashed a screech so high-pitched it shattered my soul.

Shadow: “…We’re doomed.”

Meowster: “Truce extended.”

Shadow: “Indefinitely.”

I thought I knew what chaos was.

I thought Shadow and I had mastered the art of rivalry.

But then Luna entered the scene.

It was a typical afternoon.

I was basking on the windowsill, contemplating the meaning of life — or, more accurately, wondering why the bird outside hadn’t noticed how stunning I looked today.

Then, I heard it.

The sound of a tiny pitter-patter.

A high-pitched mew.

I turned.

And there she was.

Luna.

Meowster (inner monologue): She’s small. So small. Cute even. Too cute. Too... innocent.

Luna (to the humans): “Meow!” [Flashes big eyes]

Human (gushing): “Aww, look at that face! She’s so sweet!”

Luna (inner monologue): “I’m going to destroy their lives.”

She was everything I hated.

Big, round eyes.

Tiny paws that made too much noise.

And the most adorable meows… that masked her true intentions.

Shadow (watching the scene from the couch): “We’ve got a problem.”

Meowster (glaring at Luna): “I can handle this.”

Shadow: “I’m serious. She’s a professional.”

Meowster (rolling eyes): “What, she’s a kitten.”

Shadow: “You don’t understand. She’s been practicing the art of chaos since birth. We’re outmatched.”

Meowster: “Please. I’ve seen her sleep. She’s no threat.”

Shadow: “That’s what they want you to think.”

That night, Luna proved Shadow right.

I went to the kitchen to get a snack.

Suddenly — the sound of a crash.

Luna (innocently): “Mew?”

Meowster: “What did you do?!”

Luna (faking innocence): “Mew!” [Stares up at me with angelic eyes]

I glanced around.

The bag of cat treats was open.

The contents... spilled everywhere.

Luna (purring): “Oopsie.”

The next day, she chewed through the charging cord to the human’s tablet.

Then, she tipped over the plant.

Then… she found the laundry basket and decided it was her personal jungle gym.

Shadow and I had no choice but to form an alliance.

We couldn’t let this go on.

Shadow: “We need to trap her.”

Meowster: “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I agree.”

Shadow: “I’ll set the bait.”

Meowster: “I’ll supervise.”

Luna (watching us from the corner): “I know what you’re doing.”

The plan was simple:

• We would lure Luna into the box with treats.
• Then we’d lock her in.
• Victory.

But Luna... had her own plans.

She slipped into the box...

Then knocked the whole thing over, trapping me instead.

Luna (smirking): “Gotcha.”

🐾 Meowster’s Checklist of the Day

✅ Defended the pillow throne
✅ Survived the vacuum beast (barely)
✅ Witnessed kitten chaos
❌ Executed trap plan successfully
✅ Gained temporary alliance with Shadow
❌ Maintained dignity in cardboard prison

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