[ Loiosh, an orange tabby wearing a green harness & trailing a matching leash, stands at the van’s closed side door, looking off to the left. ]
… okay, now that I’m looking at the pictures, I went around the van but HE went UNDER it.
[ He’s looking over his shoulder, to the right. His leash leads back under the van. ]
He waited, semi-patiently, for me to open the damn door already will you why are you not opening the door.
I opened the damn door.
[ Loiosh’s forepaws aren’t visible but they’re very clearly in the air; he’s just starting his jump into the van. Which is a complete mess, I know, I know. ]
Scramble scramble.
[ One hindpaw on the running board, the rest on the carpet. More or less. ]
OH
[ He’s hunkered with three paws in the van litterbox, one just outside, carefully looking off to the right and pretending I haven’t shoved a camera in his face. ]
Yeah okay that makes …
… NO IT DOES NOT, IT’S THE SAME VAN, HE COULD HAVE JUST —
*siiiiiiiiiiigh*
