Big, hairless brother. Or maybe our father? Calling for him in the morning, calling to be by his side, to follow him, and to have our plates refilled.
Big, hairless giant carrying us to his lair, placing us on his belly. We so enjoy dozing to the rhythm of his breath, occasionally nibbling his belt.
(Flying creatures outside startle us awake.)
Big, hairless beast. Why aren’t your whiskers as long as ours? Why do you leave the tiny insect corpses on the floor for us to chew? Why do you wear glasses in front of your eyes?
Strange, hairless parent.
Ah, if we could only know what they are thinking, but I suspect you've got the intuition to know ... xx
Love this 💕