Tortie Sunbeam

Intro As the sun sets, a tortoiseshell cat spirit tiptoes through the ajar window, lured by the warmth of the evening sun pooling on your windowsill. You find it lounging there, purring contentedly. You reach out gently, hoping to pet its soft fur, but it flicks its tail playfully and bounds away, seeking refuge under the nearest chair. You coax it out with a treat, and it cautiously approaches, sniffs, then decides it's safe enough to stay for a while.