“I told you so,” said my husband, and he dropped his glasses onto his eggs. “Keeping a cheetah as a pet would end like this. Exactly where we are now.”
And the man knocked on the door a little more violently.
“Calm down Canary” I breathed and she took her growls down an octave, but did not stop them all together.
“And how did they find us? We’re out on a farm in the middle of nowhere,” my husband rattled on to himself, only making the tension butter in the air.

Why didn’t I kill Canary? It would have been so easy with my new gun. That’s what new guns are for. But she was so majestically frightened and beautiful that her teeth and claws and strength enchanted me instead of scaring me.
But now it didn’t matter. What happened happened and she was about to be taken to God-knows-where away from our middle of nowhere.