[Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a white sweater with a rainbow across the shoulders, is standing just next to the wall of a house, chewing on dry grass. His tongue is sticking out a bit, his ears are sticking out at a variety of angles, and he looks very intent.]
Tried to take Loiosh for a walk. The boy was resistant. Because there was grass.
Not even good, juicy grass. Might not even have been grass. Might’ve been some other grass-shaped plant material.
But he was REALLY into it.
[His ears are flat back, now, there’s grass in his mouth, and he’s grimacing.]
Very intent. Such grass. Wow.
Also that sweater SO needs to be longer, his poor chilly butt.
Not that he cared. GRASS. Probably. Maybe.
Look, I caught him chewing on a yucca once. Because it was grass-shaped.
[His mouth is closed, and he’s turned his head to the side. There’s still grass in his mouth. He’s also wearing a blue bow tie.]
Nomf.
[He’s bent his head down to the grass again. Most of his tongue is sticking out. He looks like an entire dork.]
Nomf MLEM.
