Arrow Lake There is a cat hovering in the men's bathroom at the radio station

He remained in the prime reality for a time, feeling the cool floor on his belly and the subtle shifts in the environment around him. The largest part of this was Aure, the source of all heat in young Dragomir's infant world. He startled at the feel of something on his face, drawing his face back in the skittish manner of a head shy serpent, and parted his lips to drink her dewy breath as she whispered words over his minuscule form.

He reacted with similar restive energy when she disturbed the flab of his belly, pressing his toes firmly against her nose and pushing away with all his might. Then he was back inside his head, his paws were twin battleaxes held in a parry across his chest, forcing back the spears of the Gnargk'han chieftain, and he swung one to strike a heavy blow against the shield...

...lifting a tiny paw and bringing it down harmlessly on Aure's nostril.