through knees and legs, arms and elbows, until I reached the pinnacle and came to rest just beneath his chin. Stretching out one paw, I placed it
over his breathing holes, stopping the noise momentarily. The Tall One brushed away my effort, although once he rolled onto his side, the
noise stopped. He curled in to himself, in the one corner The Feeder had allowed him. As he had done so, I remained standing, doing my best
log-rolling impression and maintaining perfect balance. Again, my people just didn’t get it.
Settling into the nook between them, I rested. Our home was secure, and I now watched over The Feeder and The Tall One, so I allowed
myself to dream. Of her. The one that got away…