Our dog has a time share on her Costco bed. In the mornings, it belongs to her.

In the evening, it belongs to Ares, our youngest cat.

And Mazy just allows it. I often think that’s odd, because Mazy is a hundred and ten pound Golden Pyrenees and Ares is a cat, and as non-aggressive as one can get.

But it speaks to softness and co-existence. Why force your desires onto others if you don’t have to? If they’re perfectly content with what is?

The superpowers of the world could learn something from this.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1516 words, novel: Father Lightning