Waffles Can’t Jump

Waffles on the frozen car. He’s got all the bravery in theory, but when it came time to jump, his body had other plans. Cold paws. Slick metal. The house looked warm and safe and not that far away. He’d crouch, gather himself, launch into it yelling what might have been Geronimo in cat, and something would fail. His nerve, his legs, his judgment. He’d slink back to the beginning and do it all over again.

I watched him attempt this maybe five times before I got bored and went inside.