CH 74 - The Joys of Hibernation
The morning after.
“What’s up, cats and kittens,” Pickles greeted them the next morning. Judging by his shaggy fur, bloodshot eyes, and drooping tail, one could only guess he had an equally or even rougher night. And try as he might, Pickles could not hide it in his tone.
Weary groans were all he got in response.
Friendly spirits or not, no one rested easily last night. Vivica aside, of course. She gave Pickles an energetic yip in greeting and stood by for further instruction.
