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After their frustrating ordeal, Brianne and Ollie are finally sitting in the open window (it's 35 degrees out.)
It started about 10 minutes ago, during early morning writing hours. Ollie began meowling about something.
"Take it down a notch, bub. What's up?"
He says it again. Maybe he's hungry?
Pulling a large can of tuna from the cupboard, I scoop the contents out into his dish. He looks uninterested. Brianne knows an opportunity when she sees one and dives in without mustering up her usual diva indifference.
I sit back down. Maybe he knew she was hungry. No idea. Back to work.
5 minutes later Brianne is done with HIS food, so she and Ollie have plopped themselves down next to me.
He meowls at me again. She gives me her best "I adore you" look (an anti-Medusal stare that turns the human heart to butter and which can't be defended against except through ocular diversion. I've used a mirror to try to block it, but she thinks she's cute too. It only amplifies the cuteness.)
"I can't play right now, guys. I'm trying to get some writing done."
They blink at me. Ollie meowls again. Brianne throws in her dinkiest little kitten mewl.
At this point, the heart string plucking has become unbearable.
"What? What do you guys WANT from me?"
Brianne walks over to the window and scratches at it.
Oh yea, I'd forgotten. We'd been opening the window for the last few days because of the "warm"er weather. (Apparently, this was now one of the amenities our hotel was offering.)
Window open, they both climbed onto the sill and looked out over the non-landscape of our cars and the house next door. Mission complete.
So I'm sitting here, happy that they're happy. And grateful that they're both willing to work with me, even if I am a little slow.
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