Last night, Zoie was headed to the back of the house to purposely retreat from Madee. Of course, as soon as I notice, Madee notices, and we both head for the back hall, me to safely secure Zoie in a back room, and Madee, because she knows exactly what I'm planning on doing.
As I pick up speed, Madee pushes me out of the way and hauls it, hopping up the step and squirling around the corner before I can even right myself.
And that is the difference a year makes.
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