There he was, nestled in a box I had crafted from medical tape, the shape carefully outlined on the floor. I had once seen a zookeeper perform this enchanting trick with a tiger in a video, where the big cat was irresistibly drawn to sit within the confines of the taped box, ensuring all its paws were safely inside.
He was purring softly, his tail wagging with delight. With a playful smile, I leaned down and gently pulled one of his feet out from the confines of the tape border, then sat back up. In an instant, he scooted his foot back into the box. I leaned over again, this time freeing his other foot, only for him to quickly retract it back inside.
Feeling quite pleased with myself, I sauntered back to the cushion and lounged on my elbows, a smirk dancing on my lips as I stretched my back, letting my cleavage peek out just a bit.
