Light from the setting sun crept through the empty windows. The remaining brothers were busily working in the scriptorium on books, calligraphy, and translating old manuscripts.
Pangur crawled her way through the stone pillars looking for mice to eat. Aidan sat and watched her from a distance; it amused him to see the young kitten showing off her hunting skills.
'I and Pangur Ban my cat... Tis like a task we are at: Hunting mice is her delight, hunting words I sit all night,' the young monk thought, as he scratched the words on the edge of velum with his silver quill.
Pangur had corned a mouse in a small crack in the scriptorium wall. She hunkered down and waited patiently for the mouse to make its next move.
Aidan peered from his work to glance at the scene.
'Oftentimes a mouse may stray in the hero Pangur's way… Oftentimes my keen thought set takes a meaning in it's net.'
The grayish mouse finally darted from the crack and bolted across the floor, most of the brothers took no notice to it... Except for old Brother Bastien, who let out a screech and desperately climbed up on one of the rickety stools.
But Pangur wasn't too far behind.
The mouse scampered onto on of the tables, followed by the cunning little kitten. Ink husks were knocked over; brothers were rudely interrupted from their work.
Suddenly a flask of Green ink was knocked over spilled onto Pangur's fur and paws, leaving a trail of green paw prints behind.
The young kitten hissed and finally pounced on the terrified mouse. It's tail was caught underneath Pangur Ban's paws as the she proudly went in for the kill. With one crunch, the mouse's body lay limp inside the kitten's mouth and was gobbled up in an instant.
Aidan towered over the kitten while his fellow monks gathered around, all looking rather annoyed. Pangur's ears folded back as she embarrassedly shrank into a ball.
But Aidan could help but smile at the white kitten, as he picked her up and said humorously "Now how many times am I going to clean you up?"
The kitten merely flickered her ears and let out a small belch. A few of the monks next to Aidan snickered before he calmly whisked her away for another bath.
Later, during the night…
Pangur Ban crept down the empty halls of the monastery, as moonlight shined off of her snow-white coat.
She could hear the brothers snoring away in their chambers. The curious kitten slinked through the door of one of the rooms to find found Brother Aidan sleeping peacefully in his bed. Pangur jumped onto the bed and began playing with his brown shoulder length hair.
The brother awoke with surprise as he suddenly felt little claws digging into his scalp.
"OW! What the—Pangur! You little fiend, come over here," Aidan said sleepily, as he scooped up the rambunctious kitten and set it on his lap.
She cocked her head to the side as she stared into his vividly purple eyes.
"I take it you're feeling better after your adventures today, huh Pangur," Aidan smiled, as he stroked Pangur's fuzzy back.
At first the kitten pawed at his fingers as they came close, but she soon she began to settle down and started to purr to his gentle touch.
The monk chuckled and fell back to sleep. Pangur perked up as soon as she felt Aidan stop petting her. She crawled up to his chest and started licking at his chestnut brown beard, hoping he'd wake up. But Aidan just smiled in his sleep and cupped her with his hand, leaving her head free to poke out.
The young kitten soon gave up on her attempts to wake him, and curled up under his warm hand. Pangur could see moonlight shimmering through the empty windows and hear distant crashes of the waves outside.
Adventure could wait another day, for tonight is total bliss.
