Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

Had Q ears that could hear then and there, she would've loved her mothers idea. Scare the proverbial pants off of dad? You son of a bitch, I'm in. But she could not; she simply smiled there, satisfied by the fact that she could in fact breathe again. 

Now, though, there was another problem. Q mouthed at her mothers fur, searching for The Good Stuff. At present, it couldn't be found... but sometimes it took her a few minutes anyway. So she wasn't too restless while she sought her whatever-hour-it-was snack, but she began to clambor "upward" to see if she could find it there. Q would probably never be a mountaineer.