[ Loiosh, an orange tabby, is standing in front of the massive trunk of an old cottonwood tree. He’s sniffing at a blade of grass, his nose touching it. ]
I just. I wasn’t even gonna. There’s been enough. But COME ON.
… you’ll see.
[ Loiosh’s head is tilted, his mouth open wide; there’s a blade of grass in his mouth, its end sticking out the other side and almost pointing at the camera. ]
Wait for it …
[ Cronch! He’s bitten down on the grass, muzle wrinkled up as if he’s chomping into a buffalo. ]
Waaaaaaait for it …
[ He’s gnawing on the blade of grass, his tongue stuck out a good ways, muzzle still a little wrinkled, ears stuck just a bit out to the side. ]
Pookas & pixies, gentlefae all, I present to you the best picture I have ever taken of a cat in my entire life:
[ Loiosh’s head is turned towards the camera, but his face is tilted downwards. This means that his tongue, which is stuck out to its fullest extent, probably a good centimeter and a half, is extremely visible. He looks like a human child about to go THPPPPT. ]
… I don’t think I can top this one.
