That was the first time. When the tiger had approached on the inside of the fence, padding along in silent power, Gary knew he was safe and sat down. The great creature encircled him and made itself comfortable with a grunt of satisfaction. Gary sank back against its cushiony body and fell asleep within the cowl of its resounding purr. Other times he’d fallen heavily but swayed downward, light and insubstantial as a leaf, and landed in the yard. Then sat there quietly until Winnie noticed him.
Gary
