Mission Friend Swap: The Short-Lived Alliance.
Bella’s whiskers twitched. Her eyes locked on the target: Claire’s slipper.
No, not to chew. To impress.
You see, Bella had learned the ancient art of Strategic Friendship Formation. Rule One was simple: be kind, be submissive, and you’ll gain their trust.
So she rolled over onto her back, paws curled like a delicate croissant, tongue lolling in dramatic surrender.
Claire chuckled. “Oh, Bella, you’re too cute.”
Target acquired. Friendship established.
But here’s the thing about Bella: friendship wasn’t a destination. It was a mission checkpoint.
Within moments, her tail was already wagging at the neighbour’s cat, her eyes sparkling with new alliance potential. Claire was left holding the slipper, wondering how her star agent could defect so quickly.
Bella’s inner monologue kicked in like a top-secret broadcast:
Friendship is not ownership. Friendship is movement. To stay still is to be captured. To move on is to remain free.
So off she trotted, pressing her nose against the cat’s side, offering a polite sniff and a submissive bow.
The cat flicked its tail. No hissing. Bella grinned. Friendship Level 2: Activated.
But as predicted, within minutes, Bella spotted a delivery driver unloading pizza. New smells. New opportunities. The Great Friend Swap continued.
Claire called after her, exasperated but laughing. “Bella! You’re supposed to be my best friend!”
Bella looked back once, her eyes full of warmth. Yes, Claire, you are my best friend… until I meet the next one. But don’t worry. Every friend is forever stored in my heart. Even if I keep moving, I never let you go.
And with that, she dashed toward the pizza man, tail blazing like a banner of diplomacy.
Mission Status: Success. Another alliance secured.
Warning: Friendships may be short-lived. But affection? Infinite.
