[ The picture was taken from on front of the van, looking in through the windshield; Loiosh, an orange tabby, is hunkered down on the dashboard, glaring through it at the camera. It’s not long after dusk, the sky a deep, clouded blue, the van lit by a street light. ]
What with one thing & another I had to bring Loiosh along a couple times while I was at therapy. Which got him a couple trips to the park, sure, but also meant that he had to WAIT. In the VAN. While I was SOMEWHERE ELSE. Where he WASN’T ALLOWED TO GO.
Naturally he had Opinions about all this.
& then the NEXT WEEK, it happened AGAIN.
[ Loiosh is standing sideways-on to the camera, this time, and the entire photo is much brighter; the sun has, perhaps, only just set. He’s still glaring at the camera, though. ]
ANG ER EY
… just wait til he has to sit in the van while I’m in therapy EVERY WEEK so we can go to fighter practice afterwards, he’s gonna be the ANGRIEST
til he gets to fighter practice, anyway
