I’m sitting with Salem and Sasha. We are discussing the best method for approaching this cute feline that’s standing in our yard. She’s chatting with a squirrel and she’s breathtaking.
“You should just tiptoe up to them, slow and quiet like, and join in their conversation. Like you were there the whole time.” Sasha smiles at me.
“I don’t know,” I flounder, unable to commit.
“No, no. Don’t listen to her. You have to walk up with swagger. Walk fast and hard and swing that tail,” Salem says.
I start to take a small step when Sasha says, “Tiptoe slow.”
“No, walk fast,” Salem counters, raising his voice.
“Tiptoe!” Sasha yells.
“Run!” Salem screams.
I get nervous and end up doing both at the same time, kind of a running tip toe. Three steps in, I fall flat on my face.
Salem grins, “Yep. That got her attention.”