Juniper was probably hungry–now he’s eating instead of checking out my toe. Maple was sinking through the lap gap, and Sycamore was playing with my hair or glasses, whatever came in reach. Aspen was probably trying to figure out what happened to his claws–I think the vet trimmed them yesterday. Linden had been asleep in the crate still. 10 minutes later, they’re all in the crate, gently chewing each other.