
I was sitting up the back amongst the bric-a-brac on the table looking at the ever darkening sky and whirling winds, waiting to see what happened with the weather, a storm was brewing of that I was sure, when I caught a glint of movement out of the corner of my eye near where the glass house used to be.
There Tiger was sniffing around.

He sniffed some of the twigs in front of the garage door, laid there in a tangle mess to try to keep River from venturing into the garage, and then jumped right in just as the sky could take no more grey and the clouds cascaded a waterfall on Catworld. The storm broke!