kellan_the_tabby | SPOON: on the land

[Flat land, sparsely covered in brown tumbleweeds, leads up to rugged, snowy mountain peaks.]

‘Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered …’

… okay, no, but we _did_ manage to get the van stuck within a hundred feet of our borders, & by ‘we’ I mean ‘I’, & it took us four days to get it unstuck, so, uh, there’s been a lot going on.

But the view is like that! So that helps a lot.

… except for the dust storms, but, well, that’s just how it is here. Tom’s been enjoying the dust, at least. He digs holes. Diggy diggy hole. We’re pretty sure he’s related to Bifur & Bofur.

[Major Tom, a big grey tabby wearing a purple harness, sits at the far end of a long trench dug into loose, sandy ground. The trench is probably two feet long. Tom looks pretty smug. The van’s wheels are in the background.]

Both boys have been having a lot of fun. Now that we’re on the land proper, there’s not a lot we can do until the storage container shows up, so we’re kinda marking time, but that does give us lots of time to let the boys — & Sigdis, who’s learning the arts of Leashcat — wander, under supervision. There’s really nowhere they can go, fortunately.

Tom, to nobody’s surprise, spends a lot of time rolling. A LOT.

[Tom’s flopped on his side in the dust. There’s a whole thicket of tumbleweeds at his feet. His normally-grey fur is mostly vaguely brown, same as the dust.]

& in the meantime, we humans have views like this: