[ Major Tom, a big grey tabby, is flopped on his back, rolling in the dirt. Both forepaws are tucked in front of him, and all the beans on his hindpaws are showing. His head is tucked to the side, and his belly is vast and pale. ]
There is very little that Tom loves as much as a good roll in the dirt. He’ll dig an entire channel in the ground to roll in, too, because, apparently, of Cat Reasons.
[ Tom’s flopped over partly on his side. His head is thrown back. There’s a wide section of dirt under him and over his head that’s been cleared of pine needles and other detritus. ]
Before we headed back to the house, I asked each of the boys for a dramatical pose. Loiosh managed a pretty good one.
[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness, stands atop a pink granite boulder, forepaws delicately placed, staring dramatically off into the distance. Behind him rise tall ponderosa pines. ]
Tom … well.
[ Tom’s in a similarly dramatic pose, though looking up and to the right. He’s also sitting in the driver’s seat of the car, with a white plastic water bottle right in front of him. ]
… that’s the letter, not the spirit, of the request, is what THAT is.
[ And now he’s staring right at the camera. ]
… what?
