Cezer

All except Cezer, that is, who in spite of an anxious Mamakitty's repeated warnings scampered and darted off on unpredictable tangents of his own, eager to explore every hollow tree, every rocky crevice, every new sight and sound and smell.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Checking repeatedly to make certain that the way out was clear, a grateful Cezer fled as fast as he could for the pastoral, treed sanctuary of the Grand Commons.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

As they stood confronting the open portal, ingrained training warning them to stay back, he observed that Cezer was standing very close to the equally tall but much less muscular Taj.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Almost as important to Oskar as this formal defense was the kittenish grin of his friend Cezer.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

By way of demonstration, the oak extended several of its own limbs and lifted a startled Cezer right off the ground.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Flopping down heavily onto the burned and bloodied lawn, Cezer stuck out his tongue and began to clean himself.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Cocoa was leaning fretfully over Cezer, who by now was lying on the ground writhing in pain from laughing so hard.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

The stick it held caught the brooding Cezer on the side of his head, sending him stumbling forward.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Wetting one palm, Cezer used it to straighten his hair where the stick had mussed the blond locks.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001

Startled and hurt, Cezer raised his fist to strike back.

Kingdoms of Light Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 2001