Silent Stalking

Pitch-black floor. Then, two green lanterns ignited under the armchair! The cat. Huge. Watching me. I didn't back down. I dropped low onto my fabric belly. Creep! One inch. Two inches. Complete stealth mode. My blocky arms dragged forward across the cool hardwood, silent as dust. The green eyes narrowed, locked onto my fiery face. Tension peaked! I froze mid-crawl, holding my breath until my seams strained. Five full seconds of unbroken standoff! Then—a lazy yawn. The giant beast blinked, rested its chin on its white paws, and closed its eyes. Total dominance established without a single blow!