Chapter 23

The two barbarians looked at each other. Typical men, they didn’t know what to do.

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Tigger could not figure where he was or how he had gotten here. He woke up from a nap and found himself confined in a strange kind of cage. Jumping down from his perch on the couch, he walked the perimeter. There were no obvious bars or fencing, but his infrared vision told Tigger that there was a wavy barrier around the whole of the space. Some of the things around him were from the apartment he and Anya had shared. But this wasn’t home. Tigger recognized their couch, the shelving, books and Anya’s desk and chair. His toys, his dishes, bed, and litter box were all there and within reach and within the confines of the barrier. Containers formed a line against one of the invisible walls. He went over to his box and sniffed. Ewww, he thought, cheap litter.

Tigger did not adjust well to confinement.