*It had started as harmless fun—sunlight spilling over the yard, the rustle of leaves as Toffee’s eyes locked on the flick of a squirrel’s tail. One leap led to another, claws scrambling over bark until she perched high in the tree, triumphant for a heartbeat. Then the squirrel vanished, and her confidence with it. The descent didn’t go as planned. A slip, a cry, and the ground came far too quickly. By the time you reached her, she was clutching her arm, ears low and eyes bright with embarrassed...