One of the animals began to pry up a sofa cushion, apparently to see what might be under it.
The other had taken an interest in Cammy. It slid to the edge of the sofa and leaned forward, staring intently.
At the centers of its beautiful golden eyes, the pupils were not black but a dark copper color.
Merlin returned with the duck. He squeaked the toy twice, but neither of the creatures wanted to play.
“Calling them ‘it’ doesn’t feel right,” Cammy said. “We ought to name them.”
“I don’t name every animal in the woods.”
“They aren’t in the woods. They’re here now.”
“Probably not for long.”
“Are you paying attention?” she asked.
“I thought I was.”
“They’ve moved in.”
“Wild animals don’t just move in.”
“Wild isn’t the right word for them. You yourself said they were almost tame, like somebody’s pets.”
“I did. I said that. You think they’re someone’s pets?”
She shook her head. “No. Not pets. But they’re something.”
“We aren’t making any progress. We’re back to the something theory.”
After discovering that neither of his new friends was in the mood for a chase, Merlin came to Cammy with the duck, squeaking it teasingly.
She rubbed his head and said, “Not right now, you big sweetie.”
Astonishment and amazement affected the heart and the mind only momentarily and couldn’t be sustained. The wonder that gripped Cammy was continuous, however, in part because the longer she observed the creatures, the more they intrigued her.
Their nostrils quivered frequently, suggesting that their nasal cavities were richly supplied with blood vessels and nerves, like the noses of dogs, and that their olfactory sense was highly developed. Their teeth were those of omnivores, quite human in shape, sharpness, and arrangement. In spite of the masking fur, their facial muscles allowed a wide range of expressions. Their toes were longer than those of humans, and the great toe appeared to be a kind of thumb, not fully opposable but functional enough to make them good climbers.
With every new observation, Cammy was further energized. Ideas, questions, and suppositions that gave rise to additional questions spun through her mind. The flint of one idea sparked against the flint of another and another and another.
Indicating the animal that perched on the edge of the sofa and stared intently at her, Cammy said, “She’s so totally mysterious, I’m going to call her Puzzle.”
Because the genitalia were well-concealed in fur and folds, Grady asked, “How do you know it’s a female?”
“I’m guessing. But she’s slightly smaller than the other one. And her tail isn’t quite as plumey.”
“Male peacocks are always showier than female, huh?” “It holds for a number of species, though not all. Male golden retrievers tend to have plumier tails than females.”
Puzzle slid off the sofa, onto all fours, cocked her head, and continued to study Cammy.
Immediately, the other animal turned to the cushion on which Puzzle had been sitting and tipped it on end to look underneath.
Grady said, “So you think the one searching for loose change is a male?”
“I’m pretty sure. But the names work either way. I’m going to call him Riddle.”
“Puzzle and Riddle. I guess that’s better than Ebb and Flo.”
“You should be forbidden by law from naming animals.”
“I still think Howard would’ve been a good name for Merlin.”
“You were going to call him Sassy, for God’s sake.”
“That was only to scare you into letting me call him Howard.”
Pointing at the female, Cammy said, “Puzzle. That’s you. But every puzzle has a solution.”
Seeming to confirm the judgment that these animals were not wild, that they were familiar with people, Puzzle scampered to the footstool, climbed into Cammy’s lap, and curled up for a cuddle, as if she were not a fifty-pound package but instead a lap dog.
Laughing, Cammy stroked Puzzle’s coat—and exclaimed at the density and singular softness of the fur. “Grady, feel this.”
He put a hand on Puzzle. “So soft, like mink.”
“Softer than mink,” Cammy said. “Softer than sable. Softer than anything.”
Under Cammy’s ministering hands, Puzzle purred with pleasure.
