Meeting the Lion
Triss staged multiple prison breaks today, each one more dramatic than the last. After the third escape, we decided, “Fine. Go meet Baker. Let natural consequences parent you.”
The moment she saw him, both instantly transformed into discount Halloween decorations - backs arched, tails puffed, fur standing straight up like they’d stuck their paws in an outlet. Baker hissed. Triss froze. For a second it was unclear who was the predator and who was the intern on their first day.
She attempted to crawl under the couch, but her geometry said no. So she slid under a chair instead, sat there like a tiny disgraced goblin, and let me pick her up without protest. I carried her back downstairs to the kitty room, where everyone immediately forgot the horrors of life because Churu exists.
Hopefully she now understands that the kitty room is safe, and the outside world contains lions with opinions.