[ Two tall Ponderosa trees rise near a stone fire circle. Behind the fire circle is my van. Loiosh, an orange tabby, sniffs at the ground beneath the trees. ]
It’s always good to get out into the woods. Loiosh found a good spot to sniff, & stayed there for a WHILE.
Eventually, though, he realized I’d brought the treats container. Hey mom! Are these treats?
[ Loiosh is standing on the little wooden shelves I use for a table when it’s Woods Day, next to a plastic container of treats. He’s looking down at them, and has one paw raised, ready to poke at them. Of course he’s also standing on everything I was working on. ]
Hey MOM. Gimme some TREATS.
[ His forepaw is resting on the lid of the treats container, and he’s staring at it, very pointedly. ]
Alas, that I shall never get treats!
[ His paw’s in the same place, but now he’s gazing off into the distance, very dramatically. ]
Woe, woe is me.
[ He’s sitting several feet away, ears stuck out to the side, staring pointedly off into the woods. ]
It was a long day, & by the end of it we were all pretty tired.
[ Both Loiosh and Major Tom, a big grey tabby, are curled up on my bed, gazing off into the distance with their eyes mostly shut. ]
Same, boys. Same.