herding cats in a hurricance

He had backed right into his mother's awaiting arms, and one of her forelegs moved in front of him, creating a physical barrier between him and the outside world. She was prepared to seize him if he attempted an escape from the corral, but fortunately for Bazi her smallest son was content where he was, for now. He looked up at her as she spoke to him, then turned an ear to the sound of his siblings scuffling, but otherwise ignored them. His gaze returned to the storm, until the warmth emanating from his mother drew him in. He turned into her then and buried his face in the plush fur of her throat, and then leaned his entire body against her chest. He stayed here, content to cuddle. Day by day his coat was brightening, and soon it would be hard to distinguish his fur from her fur when he pressed close like this.