The little storm.

Raspberry fur, cream cheeks, and eyelashes that fly up whenever she’s sure she’s right. Which is always.

She’s never hungry. That’s exactly why both of her cheeks are full of his nuts.

She hides stashes everywhere. The top shelf is no problem. She has Pecan.

When she’s upset, her tail twitches first. Then: “Don’t touch me.” Then she holds his paw.

Fearless. Until the first thunder.