You stand up and shuffle in pajama
pants (awaking Tater) into the kitchen.
“How did dinner go with Evan?”
“Fine. Talked about the usual stuff.”
Tater arches upward and yawns
on the back of the couch, and then
pants (awaking Tater) into the kitchen.
“How did dinner go with Evan?”
“Fine. Talked about the usual stuff.”
Tater arches upward and yawns
on the back of the couch, and then
walks down my chest and lap.
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