adults talking

Whittier made a valiant effort to cross the abyss, but only made it a few inches before losing his bearings - which was understandable, given his baby blindness. Though she spotted the potential for distress before her son did, Bazi patiently waited to see what he would make of the situation. A tiny, squeak of a howl escaped her baby boy, punctuated by a burp. His mother held back giggles, placing one leg near Whittier to reassure him of her presence whilst Danica touched his fur. "Experimental children," she repeated, "I'm sure they'll love to hear me call them that in polite company - or when we have litter two." Bazi said it without thinking - as though litter two was guaranteed. One litter at a time, she reprimanded herself, watching Danica soothe little Poopie McHowler. "If you keep giving him kisses, he's going to think he's got a shot with you," she laughed.