herding cats in a hurricance

With the very popular mindset that ‘if I fits, I sits,’ Allure was not deterred by the amount of muscle she had to push around on her mother to barge her way in that distinct location – the one that offered prime warmth and protection. It was proving to be more and more difficult each day, and while she heard the gentle rumble of her mother’s voice, she remained oblivious to all else spare for the cold draft that was coming in to the den – and where she wanted to escape to.

Just as she was about to give a decent shove of her face right in to her mother’s armpit and try to squeeze her pudgy baby fat right in to place, she was attacked form behind – the unknown source all too familiar as her brother gave a good thumping to her muzzle and eliciting a sharp yelp from the baby who’s eyes snapped wide open just to catch him tumble. With a chuff, the bi-toned baby wiggled away from her mother’s grasp, her jaws seeking to latch on to Whit’s tail and pull with a vengeance.