The world smelled wrong. Not dangerous, not alarming… just chaotic. My ears twitched. My tail flicked. My tiny koala brain whirred like a humming blender. And then I saw it.
The crime.
A theft. A bold, audacious, heart-stopping theft.
Mama Alpha—Tiny, chaotic, mischievous Tina—had stolen Papa Omega's—Andrew's—blanket. That soft, honey-scented blanket he always wrapped around himself after work. The one that smelled like calm and late-night bar shifts. The one I, Neko Neko, had sworn to protect.
I sat up on my perch by the bed, claws digging lightly into the mattress. Tail twitching. Eyes narrowed. This was a grave offense. A major breach of territory. Blanket theft was… well… basically an act of war in koala law. And I am the law.
