Marla stared at her phone, fingers trembling. The “Renegade” dance challenge had taken over TikTok, and she was *this close* to joining the trend. Her cat, Sir Whiskers, leaped onto the couch, tail flicking like a metronome. “You’re not a dancer, Marla,” he meowed, though his paw tapped rhythmically. She ignored him, syncing to the beat. Step left, step right—her knees caved. “I’ve got this,” she muttered, wobbling. Whiskers hopped off the couch, paws executing the moves with feline precision. Marla’s hip hit the coffee table. “Why’s it so hard?” she groaned. The cat yawned, then launched into a spin, tail a blur. Marla’s phone screen flashed: 37 views. Whiskers stared at her, unimpressed. “You’re a disgrace,” he said, leaping onto the keyboard. The video uploaded. Ten thousand likes. Marla blinked. “Wait—what?” Whiskers curled on her lap, purring. “Congratulations. You’re now a meme.”
