[What an absolute itch to his ass, he thought as he went to sit by the window to peer out at the rustle and bustle that was beyond their little room. He mentally calculated when adoption hours would be and decided he could in fact last that long and then Wilson would be gone by the end of the day.
He flicked his tail in annoyance and began to pointedly groom himself, smoothing the fur on his ears and his head with a paw. His tail continued to flick in warning, and he shuffled his shoulders to ignore Wilson's attempt to be 'fresh' and 'cute' because that sort of attitude worked on the little girls that came squealing in here and not on him.
It wasn't long - not even finished his tongue bath - when one of the staff came in with two bowls of food, using a baby voice on them like they needed it. He set his ears back in annoyance, which quickly turned the woman's attention to Sam as she goo-goo'd at the other male and called him a handsome prince.
He remained stiffly at the window while their food was put down, eyeing the bowl closest his location and didn't budge until after their litter tray was cleaned - oh, look at these surprises! - and their water refreshed. Only when she left to feed the others did he jump from his spot and shove one bowl as far away from the other in the room.]
Every fucking day. Like we're a bunch of babies needing coddling.
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He flicked his tail in annoyance and began to pointedly groom himself, smoothing the fur on his ears and his head with a paw. His tail continued to flick in warning, and he shuffled his shoulders to ignore Wilson's attempt to be 'fresh' and 'cute' because that sort of attitude worked on the little girls that came squealing in here and not on him.
It wasn't long - not even finished his tongue bath - when one of the staff came in with two bowls of food, using a baby voice on them like they needed it. He set his ears back in annoyance, which quickly turned the woman's attention to Sam as she goo-goo'd at the other male and called him a handsome prince.
He remained stiffly at the window while their food was put down, eyeing the bowl closest his location and didn't budge until after their litter tray was cleaned - oh, look at these surprises! - and their water refreshed. Only when she left to feed the others did he jump from his spot and shove one bowl as far away from the other in the room.]
Every fucking day. Like we're a bunch of babies needing coddling.