Iris was a shadow among the mixing bowls. Tucked deep in the corner of the bottom cabinet, she felt perfectly safe behind the stack of Tupperware. It was cool, dark, and—most importantly—completely stationary.
 
"Iris? I know you’re in there. I can see your whiskers twitching behind the blender."
Opal stood in the kitchen, her tail swaying with purpose. She leaned her head into the dark cabinet, her eyes glowing.
 
"Go away, Opal," Iris mumbled, tucking her nose under a paw. "The world is too big today. I’m staying right here where nothing moves and nobody asks me to exercise."
"But it’s Great Strides day!" Opal urged,