#crawfxrd

“one, two, three, four... wait. one, two, three... four...” having just returned home from work, natalia stands in the middle of her living room, spinning in circles. for each number there is a corresponding free roam animal - she never has to worry about her guinea pigs getting out, after all. one, waffle, two, juniper, three, pancake, four, brownie... one, juniper, jumping up at her thigh. two, waffle, curled up on the ottoman. three, brownie, playing with the curtains. four, pancake, sniffing around her discarded shoes. “cookie?”

five minutes passes her by, and at the end of it she is outside again - shoes reclaimed, wilting in the summer heat, and walking through yards with only one destination in mind. “crawford!” she calls out when he comes into view. “have you seen cookie?”