Squiggy and I are watching Fringe. Well he’s bathing. Lick lick lick lick. He is a loud licker.
I slide my foot up the table in front of my chair and he pauses for a second. He finishes and takes a snooze.
Eddie starts washing some dishes. Squiggy snaps to attention. His ears fold back. He stretches out a paw, and looks annoyed at the same time.
Time to lick again.
Edmund walks through the living room, Squiggy perks up, and follows Eddie’s trajectory. Edmund does not pet him.
Ed and I converse, Squiggy looks interested, but he doesn’t move. Ed goes back into his office. Squiggy chills out for a few.
Suddenly, Squiggy leaps up from his chair onto the floor. Something is flying around. It’s a wasp, flying lazily around the living room. Squiggy chases it around, leaping up onto the back of the chair. He dissappears behind my chair. Lenny appears and joins in the chase.
I hear a purring meow.
The wasp is trapped in an empty footbath. Lenny and Squiggy stare into the footbath, waiting for an opening gambit.
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