peaceful still

It was quiet there, the summer cicadas chants were muffled through the wall of bamboo. He had not visited this place in quiet some time, it was difficult to navigate out this way and thus for the most part, most members of Tojo had not yet stepped foot in this little sanctuary. A shame, he thought. Perhaps one day his children would take an interest in seeking out this little haven, the fish and cats a pleasant enough backdrop, even more privacy for his reclusive kin.

He moved slowly, many of the wayward kittens that had invaded the maze last season had slowly meandered their way back here. Some had been adopted by his children, though not enough to truly make a dent on the colonies' population.