cats: in which a stroller is declared Acceptable
Nov. 25th, 2025 02:20 pm
[Major Tom is meatloafed in the cat stroller, one forepaw tucked underneath him, the other stretched out in front. His lovely amber eyes are half-open, ears and whiskers alert.]
Yes, this is still all about al-Barran Champions! Look, there’s been stuff.
Possibly Tom wore himself out with all the shouting Friday, because halfway through Saturday he settled down enough that he was willing to spend most of the afternoon in the stroller. It was very pleasant, & also MUCH quieter.

[A closer view of his handsome face. His eyes are gently closed.]
He napped a lot, even when the local pack of trans kids decided to spend the afternoon in my booth trying to set things on fire. (You know you’re the Cool Grownup when … )
I took him for a couple walks in the stroller, too, just to get him out & about some, & maybe used to all the noise & bother. He did okay, but didn’t want to go too far from the booth.
But mostly, he napped.

[Tom has flopped over to sleep on his side, head resting against the edge of the stroller.]
& best of all, we had cuddles. Tom’s rarely in the mood to hold paws for long, so this was extra-precious.
I love my great big tomcat.

[A very close view: one of Major Tom’s forepaws is resting on my finger. His toes are curled just a tiny bit, because he was holding on.]
He’s so very good. He’s the goodest.
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