herding cats in a hurricance

The spot she wanted was a no-go – Bazi swooped in and maneuvered her away, and before she could even truly blink or grasp what had happened, Allure was pinned down by the weight of her mother’s thigh. She resisted squirming or any form of protest – instead, the girl released a gentle sigh, and allowed her eyes to slide shut, content in the sense that the warmth she reveled in now was that of her mother’s.. and the quiet had descended upon the den. Before long, her chest would rise and fall with sleep, and the only move she would make would be the twitch of her paw or lip as her dreams became very real.