Broken Boulder i just want to be better than your head's only medicine

shoegaze has no interest in the big dogs and their dumb dramas. he's got more exciting dramas in his life -- mainly food and how it is super easy to procure, now. the cats are settled nicely and he has grown less afraid and more cocksure, strutting around the territory, teasing the dogs sometimes -- the ones that aren't snappy are fun to leap at.

like this one, maybe. haha it's so dumb just lying around in this big dumb cave. with all the grace of thousands of years of evolutionary breeding (or whatever), the small orange cat creeps stealthily up behind the sleeping dog, eyes gleaming in the dark. no response. gooood. creep, creep -- he leaps, landing directly on top of the dog's head, and bounces up into the air, startling himself. 

but the dog does not respond at all. "you're no fun," he whines, still fluffed up from his attack. now that he's here he's too lazy to leave. hesitantly shoegaze pats at the dog's face, but there's still no response. haha maybe it's dead. gross. well, it's big and still warm, so he shrugs and curls up, forming a perfect loaf on top of the dog's head, a low purr starting in his belly.