From under the couch a large orange ball of fur moved, stretched and growled. Tigger’s eyes blinked, for a moment the light from the kitchen was reflected in their tawny depths. He turned his head and contemplatively, coolly, watched the small space that remained when the bedroom door swung closed. Standing up, the cat arched his back and yawned. He walked out from under his hiding place. Gazing around at the mess left behind by his mistress and her interesting new friend, he went in search of some excitement.