dragon and cat story

by Bill Tiepelman

The Guardian and the Kitten: Housebound Adventures

It all started when Elara, self-proclaimed queen of the household and a 17-pound Maine Coon with the ego of a warlord, discovered something rather unacceptable in her territory. There, perched atop her sacred sunspot on the wooden floor, was an intruder. And not just any intruder—a scaly, winged, fire-breathing menace about the size of an overgrown hamster. "What the actual fluff is this?" Elara muttered, tail flicking. The dragon, barely the size of a teapot, looked up from where it was chewing on the corner of a leather-bound book. It cocked its tiny, spiky head and let out a small, smoke-filled hiccup. "Oh. A cat. How original." Enter Smauglet, the Tiny Terror Smauglet—yes, that was what he called himself, as if the name wasn’t a little too ambitious for something that could be drop-kicked into a laundry basket—stretched his wings, knocking over an expensive-looking vase in the process. The crash was immediate, the effect devastating. Elara's ears twitched. "Oh. You're one of those." Smauglet grinned, all sharp teeth and no remorse. "One of what?" "One of those 'small but chaotic' types. Like the human's Roomba. Or the squirrel I tried to eat last summer." Smauglet flicked his tail, knocking over a candle. "Listen, Furball Supreme, I may be small, but I am a dragon. I bring fire. I bring destruction. I bring—" Elara swatted him mid-monologue, sending him tumbling across the floor like a scaly dust bunny. The Human Intervenes (Uselessly, As Expected) Just as Smauglet was trying to recover what little dignity he had left, their mutual overlord—the Human—stumbled in, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. She blinked at the scene: fur, scales, and what looked suspiciously like a singed couch cushion. "Elara, what did you do?" Elara, insulted beyond reason, fluffed up. "Excuse me? You're blaming me?" Smauglet, the opportunistic little gremlin that he was, immediately switched gears. He flopped onto his back, wings splayed dramatically. "She attacked me! I was just sitting here, minding my own business, contemplating the fragility of human existence!" "Oh, screw you," Elara snapped. The Human groaned, rubbing her temple. "Look, I don’t know what fresh level of fantasy nonsense I just walked into, but can we please try not to burn the house down?" She pointed at Smauglet. "You, no fire. You," she turned to Elara, "no homicide." Both culprits stared at her. Elara sighed. "Fine." Smauglet smirked. "Fine." The Truce (Which Lasts a Whole Five Minutes) For about an hour, things were peaceful. Elara reclaimed her sunspot, and Smauglet curled up on a bookshelf, gnawing on the spine of The Art of War, which was honestly on-brand. The Human relaxed, wrongly assuming she had restored order. Then Smauglet made the mistake of flicking his tail into Elara’s face. What followed was a blur of claws, fire, and a level of screaming that probably put the neighbors on high alert. The Human sprinted back into the room, holding a fire extinguisher in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. "That’s it! New rule—no more medieval warfare in my living room!" Elara and Smauglet glared at each other, then at the Human. Elara sighed dramatically. "You ruin all my fun." Smauglet rolled onto his back. "I'm hungry." The Human groaned. "I am moving out." And thus, an uneasy alliance was formed. The dragon would keep his fire to himself (mostly), and Elara would tolerate his existence (barely). And the Human? She stocked up on fireproof furniture and accepted her fate. After all, when you live with a cat and a dragon, peace is just a myth.     Bring the Chaos Home Love the antics of Elara and Smauglet? Now you can bring their mischievous charm into your own space! Whether you're a fan of feisty felines, fiery dragons, or just enjoy a bit of magical mayhem, we've got something for you. 🔥 Wall Tapestry – Turn your room into a whimsical battleground of fur and flame. 🎨 Canvas Print – A high-quality masterpiece to showcase your love for mischief and magic. 🧩 Jigsaw Puzzle – Test your patience just like The Human does with these two chaos-makers. 👜 Tote Bag – Carry your essentials with the same confidence Elara carries her grudges. Click the links to grab your favorite, and let the legendary battle of cat vs. dragon live on in your home!

by Bill Tiepelman

Feline Firekeeper

The alley was dimly lit, cobblestones slick from the evening rain. A faint golden glow spilled from the horizon, catching the edges of the shadows that crept along the walls. It was here, in this forgotten corner of the city, that the legend began. They say the Firekeeper comes in many forms. A cloaked figure in some tales, a warrior in others. But no one ever suspected it would take the shape of a tabby cat. Yet, there she was—paws silent, tail swaying like a pendulum of inevitability, carrying a small, squirming dragon in her jaws. The dragon hissed and sputtered, its wings glowing faintly as though smoldering embers were trapped within. Flames flickered from its nostrils, singeing the whiskers of the determined feline predator. Across the city, the tavern buzzed with the usual rowdy laughter. Mead sloshed over wooden tables, and the air reeked of ale, sweat, and questionable choices. In the corner, an old man with a beard long enough to knit a sweater began his tale. “You’ve heard the story of the Firekeeper, aye?” he bellowed, slamming his mug down with dramatic flair. The crowd quieted, intrigued despite themselves. “Well, let me tell ya, it’s not just a story. The Firekeeper walks among us tonight!” “Among us?” a skeptical voice called out. “What, in the alley with the rats? Maybe it’s out there teaching them to juggle fire.” The laughter was swift and merciless. “Mock me if you will!” the old man snapped. “But when the Firekeeper comes, you’ll wish you’d kept your gob shut. That creature is the guardian of balance between realms. It doesn’t just hunt dragons; it chooses them. And if it chooses wrong…” He trailed off, letting the silence thicken like gravy. Meanwhile, the tabby padded through the alley with a quiet confidence that could make a lion jealous. The dragon, now reduced to pitiful squeaks, flailed its tiny claws as if hoping for a miracle. “Oh, stop squirming,” the cat mumbled around the dragon’s neck, her voice dripping with the kind of exasperation reserved for babysitters and reluctant heroes. “You’re not the first spicy lizard I’ve had to deal with, and you won’t be the last.” The dragon hissed defiantly. “You’ll regret this, feline! I am Pyros the Mighty, Scourge of the Skylands! My flames shall—” “Blah, blah, blah. Mighty this, scourge that,” the cat interrupted, rolling her eyes. “Do you all rehearse these lines or something? Honestly, I’ve met alley rats with better self-esteem.” The dragon’s glowing eyes narrowed. “Mock me at your peril! Do you know who you’re messing with?” “Oh, I know exactly who I’m messing with,” she purred. “A dragon so small it could double as a chew toy. Now, unless you want to be the punchline of my next hunting story, I suggest you pipe down.” Back at the tavern, the old man’s voice grew hushed. “Legend says the Firekeeper’s task isn’t just to hunt dragons. No, it’s to keep the balance. Too many dragons, and the world burns. Too few, and the magic fades. The Firekeeper decides who lives and who…” He dragged a finger across his throat for effect, making a dramatic “schick” sound that sent shivers through the room. “You’re saying a cat makes those decisions?” someone scoffed. “What’s next, mice running the treasury?” At that moment, the tavern door creaked open, and the room fell silent. A young woman stepped inside, drenched from the rain. She wore a cloak of dark green, its edges singed as if she’d walked through fire. “The Firekeeper has chosen,” she said simply, her voice soft but commanding. “And the balance will be restored tonight.” The old man grinned triumphantly. “See? Told ya!” In the alley, the tabby had reached her destination—a glowing portal that shimmered like molten gold. She dropped the dragon unceremoniously at the threshold. “Alright, Pyros, here’s the deal,” she said, stretching lazily. “You go through that portal, behave yourself, and maybe I won’t have to chase you down again. Got it?” The dragon hesitated. “And if I don’t?” The tabby’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Then I find a nice cozy pillow, and you become the world’s fanciest neck warmer.” Pyros gulped, his bravado extinguished. “Fine,” he muttered, flapping his wings and disappearing into the portal. The light flickered, then faded, leaving the alley silent once more. The tabby turned, her tail swishing as she disappeared into the shadows. “Another day, another dragon,” she mused. “And they call dogs man’s best friend.” Back at the tavern, the young woman spoke again. “The Firekeeper has fulfilled its duty. Tonight, the balance remains intact. Tomorrow? Who knows.” She pulled her hood up, turned, and left without another word. The old man drained his mug with a satisfied sigh. “So, who’s buying me another round?” he asked. The room erupted in laughter, the tension broken—for now. And so, the legend of the Firekeeper lived on, whispered in alleys, sung in taverns, and feared by dragons everywhere. As for the tabby? She was already on to her next adventure, proving once again that the smallest creatures often have the biggest roles to play.     Discover the Story Behind the Art: This captivating image, titled “Feline Firekeeper”, is available for prints, downloads, and licensing. Explore this and other stunning works in our archive. Click here to view in the Unfocussed Archive.