way better than scrolling

I looked out the back door at one point this afternoon and noticed Tuck with his head bent, buried in his elbow at the edge of the table. All I could really see was a nest of wild hair above and a furry cat beneath, presumably absorbing some measure of preteen angst.

I am quick to admit that living in this ever-lingering pandemic has me looking for easy dopamine hits and dissociative tricks, and I am not above sneaking outside to fill my arms with cats I wasn't sure we needed.