I walk outside to the garden. He sees me and drops down on his back, flopping about in the dirt.

I walk outside to the garden, searching to and fro. He is nowhere on earth. Yuki is up in the bough of one our many Texas twisting Live Oak trees. My daughter crawls through her window onto the roof to rescue him.

I walk outside and he is crying at the door. Finally done for the day? No way!

I walk outside and I find him in the secretest part of our secret garden, hidden from view in all directions by a vine of wisteria that threatens to conquer its small end of the universe completely.

I walk outside and I can see Yuki’s eyes glowing in the darkness.

He comes softly. Darkness fallen, the day is done.

Tomorrow is another day in the jungle.