The sun barely peeked above the eucalyptus canopy.
I opened one eye. One. The other remained sealed, a token of restraint and vigilance.
Stretching. Limbs extended, claws flexed. I examined each carefully. Precision is everything.
I yawned. Quietly. Not a human yawn, loud and messy. A koala yawn. Sharp. Considered. Critical.
The grove smelled faintly of dew and dust. Mediocre. Could be better.
I shifted slightly, adjusting my weight on the branch. Perfect balance is key. Branch sway is to be managed.
Breakfast awaited. Leaves. Only the finest. The leaves must meet a standard of texture, color, and subtle flavor notes.
I reached with a front paw. Clawed delicately. Pulled a leaf. Inspected. Bite. Chew.
Not acceptable. Veins too coarse. Color slightly off. Discarded. Another leaf.
Acceptable. Barely. I chewed with methodical patience.
Sunlight warmed my fur. Pleasant. Not distracting. Optimal warmth.
