[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a harness, is flopped down under the van, just behind one of the front tires. He’s relaxed, looking around, but showing no indications of emerging.]
Tom did great at Battlemoor, but more practice is always a good thing. So I took him to the park last July.
He didn’t like it so much. Or, well, he was fine with it, as long as he could stay under the van.
[He’s still under the van. His forepaws have been neatly placed in front of him, and his ears and whiskers are relaxed]
… so prying him out took some time, & he didn’t love being out in the open.
[Tom’s sitting in the grass, now, the van visible well past him. His whiskers are at rest but his ears are tilted out to the sides.]
I think there was some noise going on just then, but ask if I remember what it might’ve been (I don’t).
He relaxed enough to flop, eventually.
[Tom is, indeed, flopped, right at the base of a big cottonwood tree, but his ears are tilted in directions and his tail is caught mid-lash.]
That was just fine for a while, but when I proposed going back to the van he was very happy to do so. Progress, though!
