[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, is flopped on a sleeping bag. Sun shines through the van windows behind him, lighting up his fur. He’s leaning on a box that once held laserjet toner. ]
I took another walk last Sunday, close to the end of the day, as I usually do, but this time the boys declined to come with me. This is where I left them …
[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a purple harness, is meatloafed up on the same sleeping bag, leaning up against the back of the driver’s seat. ]
Half an hour later, when I got back?
[Both boys are meatloafed in about the same spot Loiosh was in before, both facing the back of the van, but they’re very carefully JUST barely not touching. ]
We’re not snuggling, Momma! We’re NOT.
