You Never Know What You’re Going to Find on a Walk

After a few days of heavy thunderstorms, the sun has finally come out.  Sigyn and I, having contracted a near-fatal case of cabin fever, are going for a walk.

found kitten1

Fisi, back off a little, will you?  No one likes hot hyena-breath down the back of their neck.

found kitten2

Sleipnir’s fetlocks!  Where is that brainless carnivore going now?  Fisi!  Come back here!

What have you got in your mouth, you stupid beast?

found kitten3

Oh, no!  Where did you find a kitten?  Don’t look, Sigyn!

Drop it, Fisi!

found kitten4

Bad hyena!  No biscuit!

(poke, poke, poke.)  I’m sorry love.  I… I think the wee little thing has joined his no-doubt valiant ancestors in Kitty Valhalla.

found kitten5

Or maybe not.  I guess the furry morsel was just a little scared!  Give it a good cuddle, my love, and let it toddle off home.  There are too many felines in our house already.

found kitten 7

I don’t see any toddling happening.

found kitten 6

Only bonding.

Aw, Sigyn, for Frigga’s sake don’t feed it.

found kitten 8

Sigh.  I should have known that this was one battle I wasn’t going to win.

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