I asked Obi to snuggle with me because Oliver was missing during the Super Bowl. He told me to dream on.
I called Oliver. I called and called.
The grey kitten arrived in the fourth quarter but did not snuggle. He joined his brother under the coffee table.
After the game, as we were all in the kitchen, the truth came out: we may live in Bronco Country but they were rooting for the cats. Genus before region, you see.
Can’t fault them for that.