Brigit
Blast’s partner drove Brigit home from breakfast, making a stop by a home improvement store on the way. When they returned to the house, she thought Seth would merely drop her off and leave. She was thrilled when he and Blast stuck around. Zoe wasn’t bad company but, in the end, Zoe was still a cat. She’d rather sharpen her claws on the furniture than chew on toys or shoes. Boring. She pooped in a box inside the house. Uncivilized. And she threw hissy fits when Brigit tried to share her tuna. Stingy.
While Seth puttered around the house, Brigit and Blast frisked about in the cool air outside. They chased each other around. Wrestled. Sniffed for squirrels. And when they tired of those things, they put their paws to the ground and began to dig.