Night Sentry on the Hook

Darkness swallows the trees outside, but my golden wire harness keeps my plush club hanging ready just above the painted sill. Snort! I reach out with one paw, giving the suspended handle a gentle nudge so it sways in a slow, silent arc against the dark window pane. Beside my toes, the brown glass marble catches the distant amber streetlamps below, flickering like a loyal camp ember inside my curtain cave. Grrrk! I flop my round belly down flat against the cool white wood, resting my chin right under the swinging shadow of my weapon. With a deep, rumbling grunt, I close my eyes to let night patrol begin.