[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness and a blue bow tie, sits in a bright yellow toddler swing. It’s not moving. He’s staring straight ahead, off to the left of the shot, ears and whiskers perked forward. ]
Loiosh is seriously the most patient. I couldn’t do this with Tom. Neither Chocolate nor Hades would have put up with it. He usually doesn’t even jump out, though he’s done it once or twice. He just … makes that face.
[ He’s looking down, as if he’s considering jumping out. His ears are just barely tilted out to the side, and his whiskers are tucked downwards. ]
Yep, that face.
I offered to lift him out a couple times, but he just sat there, to all appearances perfectly happy to watch the kids. For ten minutes. I almost sat down to wait for him. But then, welp.
[ He’s looking straight into the camera. Meaningfully. ]
The Look.
Once he deploys The Look, it’s time to go. Specifically, to go walking like halfway around the park, I got tired before he did, APPARENTLY I need to go walkies more often but we did have fun.
