if you don't love me at my stinkiest...

Scrambling from one branch to the other, Ophie's attempt at climbing was going pretty dang well. That was at least until she felt the branch beneath her paws bow and bend, as though suddenly over encumbered by a great weight. She let out an alarmed eeep as she dug her claws in deep and stuck out her tail in a straight line, hoping to improve her already wobbly sense of balance. What was happening? Was the earth shaking? Or the sky falling? Panicked thoughts rushed through her mind and she scolded her former self for even thinking that this was a good idea, doubt and worries grabbed a hold and all she wanted was to go back home. Even if he meant she'd be made to take a bath, anything would be better than this

A grey blur whizzed at her from the corner of her eye and like a startled cat, Ophie leapt right into the air, back arched and fur standing on end.  Foolishly she should have reached up from the branch overhead, but instead she simply donked her head and for a second lost the ability to form any reasonable thoughts. Head empty, just Ophie things.

And then she was falling, falling and falling and Ophie squeezed her eyes shut as she braced for the impact. This was going to hurt.