herding cats in a hurricance

The pups had varying reactions to the storm. Bazi was starting to wonder if Swift even knew how to be scared, or if he was just too busy being curious about the world to worry that it might turn around and hurt him. He burrowed his little nose into her coat, tasting fresh water. Bazi watched him until Whittier came waddling up, clearly displeased. Not scared - just unhappy that his latest record-beating nap had been interrupted. Bazi was starting to give up hope that her chubbiest baby would amount to anything but a potato at this stage, and hoped to high heaven that some girl would find that attractive. "Do you want me to plug your ears, little man?" she teased, seizing Whittier by the scruff of his neck and placing him next to an exposed nipple - a ploy to keep him silent. It had the dual effect of placing a second big and warm thing next to Allure, who was becoming a little too big to fit comfortably in her mother's armpit.