A punishing fire, an animal frenzy
Despite ostensibly liking the new food, the Admiral prefers to eat it while I sit with him.
I pet his back. Every few bites he looks up and meows with a mouth full of pellets.
Comfort, to him, is a simple touch. He feels okay and resumes eating.
I pet his back. Every few bites he looks up and meows with a mouth full of pellets.
Comfort, to him, is a simple touch. He feels okay and resumes eating.
