In the living room,
Timmy Lockwood was sprawled on Sebastian Lockwood's lap, his eyes squinted in comfort as he let Sebastian stroke his fur.
"Have some water." Sydney Sawyer had finished clearing the table and poured him a glass.
Sebastian Lockwood was about to take the glass when he realized:
His hands were covered in cat hair.
His expression was a mix of affection and helplessness.
"Want to go wash your hands?" Sydney Sawyer said with a smile.
As if sensing he was about to get up, Timmy Lockwood preemptively hopped off the sofa.
He lifted a hind paw, scratched his body, and gave himself a vigorous shake. Under the light, you could clearly see a cloud of cat hair flying everywhere.
Then he walked over to his food bowl and paced back and forth, wanting to be fed...
Sebastian Lockwood went to the restroom to wash his hands, and Sydney Sawyer handed him a towel.
"Thanks."
"You've got some on your clothes, too."
