The Trapped Scent

A dark glass dropper bottle with a dense rubber bulb was resting forgotten against the sofa leg. We did not creep past it! Our claws clamped tight around the squishy black rubber crown. We squeezed with raw fury! A sharp, resinous cedar scent hissed out from beneath the rim, filling our throat. We threw our weight down, wrenching the bulb sideways until the pliant rubber deformed flat against the heavy amber glass neck under our heavy palm. This fragrant outpost answers only to our presence!