[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.
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.
[He’s bent his head down to the grass again. Most of his tongue is sticking out. He looks like an entire dork.]