The Taiga’s Top Predator

Early winter nightfall.  The temperature goes down with the sun.  Pookie, the taiga’s top predator, silently stalks the barren steppes in search of warmth.  The clever Pook realizes he must burrow; burrow deeply to maintain enough body heat to survive the hostile conditions.  Ah yes.  Warmth at last.  The walls of the burrow surround and comfort like…….like…….like being all wrapped up in winter flannel sheets.  Yes.  Pook could almost imagine himself back at home, burrowed under the flannel sheets of the staff’s bed.  He remembers chuckling to himself, heh, heh, heh, as one staff calls to the other, “Come see the lump in the bed.”  Silly staff.  They can’t tell it’s me!  One then says to the other, “Where’s Pook?”  They’ll never find me, heh, heh, heh.  Wait.  What’s that sound?  Could it be an ice storm raging outside the burrow?  It rattles like chow falling into a bowl…..and now?!  That rustling…..it’s…..it’s….TREATS!  I must have them…….but I’m out in the middle of nowhere……oh……whatever.  The taiga’s top predator leaves his burrow and runs to the kitchen, leaving the frozen steppes behind….for now.  Mwow.