Territory

Ollie’s gaze sweeps over his domain. The carpet is freshly stained with his scent, the couch cushions scratched, the blankets piled in one big mound. An intruder approaches, but Ollie scares him off. All he leaves behind is a few sheets of paper with unintelligible markings on them. He’ll have to chew that up later. Perhaps after his nap. For now, he is content to watch the humans have their silly little conversations and — did she just say “walk”?