So this is weird. Yesterday on our walk back from the beach, we came across a beautifully twisted cypress tree. Briar was ten or so feet ahead of us. I stopped and looked at the tree...
"If I were a cat, I would like to climb that tree", I said aloud.
A few seconds later, Briar backtracked, hovered around the base of the tree, climbed up to the first crotch, and then the second. We were astounded and a little freaked out at the same time. Can he read my mind?