I grab a cord and wrap it around her before tying it. “Stay, Calrrito. I’ll put water within reaching distance.” Pascal, unsure why we’ve interrupted his nap, climbs on top of Cali. “That’s my good boy. You make sure she stays right there,” I say as I scratch behind his ears. “Smack her face if she tries to move.” “No! This is child abuse!” Cali says as she struggles. “Pure child abuse.”
