Being small came in handy in this situation. Me and Hearts could easily and comfortably sit below windows, unseen by any prying eyes.

“Kerfuffle, you guard the coast.”

Kerfuffle stood up straight and brought a paw level with its forehead to shade its eyes from the setting sun. “What coast? I don’t see any coast.”

Spork reached out and pushed its head down with an irritated hiss.

“What?” Kerfuffle asked.

“The window, furbrain, that’s what.”

“Oh. Right.” It leaned over to me, “Smiley, I don’t see any coast.”

“I just meant out thereish.” I pointed at the yard and that which was beyond it. “Make sure no one sneaks up on us.”