"Snowball...! Sweetheart, where are you-!"
Before she could finish calling, the white kitten - ever closer to cat - zipped out from under a dresser, pupils wide. A moment later, he activated Kitten Pinball Parkour. He ricocheted off the floor, launched himself through the air and bounced off the wall. Using momentum and speed, he redirected himself like a bullet at the closet across the room.
Slamming into it feet first, Snowball skidded along the smooth wooden bottom before landing firmly inside a pile of Isabelle's old dresses.
Peeping triumphantly, the ball of fur wriggled until only his head poked out, half buried in rich silken fabrics. He proudly stared at Isabelle, eyes wide, ears angled backward and pointed. He was ready. One false move, and her little boy would launch.
She wasn't sure where.
She doubted he knew where.
But he would.
