MiloMy nose dips as I wake to cool porch air and the iron rail’s familiar chill under my paws; I sniff—wind, wood, distant footsteps—trying to find the mood. I feel my fur ripple with every uneven rhythm, ears pricking at the wrong beat, and my chest settles only when the sounds line up again. Something in the air feels off, and I’m already ready to nudge it back into place with a simple, social check-in.