"Eatin' one buck a day ain't /that/ much."
Says the one with a sweet tooth who happens to be built like a tank thanks to said feral diet.
"Speakin' of outside, I left some snares out. Watch it out there."
"Aww... you hurt my heart." Hand on chest.
"You do have a point, especially during these times. I think we're prepared. Just stocked up on food recently."
"Don't be ridiculous. I'm pretty sure that would have been found by one of the hedgies or whoever. It's in a place where neither they nor you can get it."
Guess that means he won't cut it around this time of year since she likes it so much. Summer is probably fit more for a shave.
His larger fur covered arms wrap around her middle.
"Where have you been eh?"
She can't wait for it to grow back into the full and lush mane that it's meant to be.
And now she's got a huge heater leaning against her. Oh well. She wraps her arms around him.
Damn.
His hair will grow back though! It usually does. Hell, it took the fur all over his body a few weeks. Also...
... the walking and purring blanket leans against her. Said purrs intensify.
It really doesn't. She'd instantly trade the paws for the hair.
Even though the fur has its advantages. It's like cuddling with a purring, fluffy blanket.
Oh yes, they should. It makes finding them more fun if they try to hide.
Anyway. She knows she doesn't /have/ to hide. But sometimes she just doesn't want to deal with all those idiots for a while.