It starts with a stare—Nyx on one side of the room, the cat on the other. No barking, no running, just silent tension like the opening scene of a western movie. The cat flicks its tail with confidence, while Nyx tilts her head, unsure if this is a showdown or a playdate.
Then comes the slow approach. One paw forward, then another. The cat holds its ground, cool and unimpressed. Nyx lowers her head, gives a friendly sniff, and waits. No attack—just curiosity and a little bit of respect.
Eventually, the cat walks away like it won. Nyx watches quietly, wagging her tail, deciding the truce is good enough. No fight—just a silent agreement that the cat rules… for now.
