Carson had never traveled in a pocket before. He had to admit it he liked it. Warm, dark, and confining, the pocket reminded Carson of his own nest. Turning in a half circle, he settled his rear end into the corner of the pocket, only to be scooped out and thrust in front of the face of one of The Family.
That mouth of that very same face opened into a wide "O". The shriek that blasted out of that dark opening echoed through the room.
Frightened, Carson acted instinctively, biting on the tip of Diana's index finger.
Suddenly Carson was airborne, turning somersaults as he arched toward the braided rug on the dark wooden floor. Even as the room spun around him, Carson saw his predicament. Bonkers was waiting at the far end of the rug. A pink tongue poked from the corner of the grin that stretched across the cat's face.
Twisting his body this way and that, Carson brought his spin under control and got his legs working. The very moment his feet touched the carpet, Carson took off like a shot.
Wonder of wonders there was a tree in the middle of the room. Carson raced up the trunk of the tree with Bonkers right on his tail.
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