A Star and Black Fur

He sneezed, thistles tickling his nose, eyes darting around.
No one, yet.
Next branch.
Reach…
Grab.
Pull.
Things rattled around him.
He caught the glimpse of a sparkle close above.
His heart fluttered.
That thing taunted him every time they set it up.
Flashing and glittering, attracting all kinds of strange creatures to the neighbourhood.
He had to spend hours in the windows, protecting his home from intrusions.
Next branch.
Upwards.
There it was, the star, just a black, furry paw away, if only he could…

Warm hands grabbed his belly and pulled.
“No, not for you Mister Wiskers.”