The cabin of TailWind Airlines hummed softly as we climbed above the clouds. I was admiring the sunset through the window when the flight attendant stopped beside my seat.

She was a Norwegian Forest cat with creamy white fur, dressed in a sharply fitted navy vest and miniskirt over a crisp white blouse. A turquoise neck scarf added a bright splash of color beneath her chin. As she leaned toward me with the coffee service, her breath rose and fell noticeably, and her blue eyes held mine with a confident, almost teasing warmth.

“Coffee?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

She poured a cup and leaned in a little closer, one hand tugging her blouse open. “Would you like cream?” she asked as she cupped her breast.

I blinked, genuinely surprised—not just by the question, but by the extraordinary level of service on the flight.

“Uh… yes, please.”
Her whiskers twitched with amusement. She squeezed, swirling her own milk into the cup until the black coffee turned to a shade of caramel. “Anything else?”

I glanced around the polished cabin. “Honestly? I wasn’t expecting this kind of attention.”

She gave me a slow, knowing smile as she tucked away her breast.

“TailWind Airlines takes good care of its passengers,” she said.

As she moved down the aisle, her fluffy tail fluttered behind her. I took a sip of coffee and settled back into my seat, wondering what other surprises the flight had in store.