Ever since Jalur had become his Guard, the Tiger had never not shown up by the conclusion of Edmund’s security briefing, so it was very odd and more than a little concerning.

In fact, none of the Big Cats were about the Palace that morning – Fooh and Beehn, Peter’s Cheetah Guards were also absent and it did seem that the canines, who were prompt and in attendance, were strangely smug; more worrisome still, the Crows were oddly quiet.

Suspecting a conspiracy, he and Peter eventually found their Guards, and the most of the Cats of the Claw rolling luxuriously about on the lawns outside the Treehouse that was their home, sprawled on their backs in the most undignified manner, rubbing their faces ecstatically into the dirt, singing like drunken Badgers, and Jalur, the largest Cat in all of Narnia, staggered to his feet, mumbled, “My King,” and crashed to the ground in a heap so inelegant, Edmund would have to commission a drawing of it to taunt the Tiger once he came down from the catnip-induced euphoria.