safety-perch

Updated: July 29, 2026

But he deliberately licked it out, dropped it, and took another, paying thenceforth no heed whatever either to me or to Johnny, evidently considering us equally beneath his notice. I backed slowly and respectfully out of his royal presence, leaving him in possession of the garbage, while Johnny kept on caterwauling from his safety-perch. What became of Grumpy the rest of that day I do not know.

Ernest Thompson Seton - Johnny Bear: And Other Stories from Lives of the Hunted