#//Julia's drafted (and Zander's reply half written rn so hopefully I'll get that to you this week too 🤞 ) too. If I am missing any other

[likeswallowstosea]

“I might one of these days, it’d probably get me a lot of YouTube shorts views. Might earn them a pretty penny for more cat toys.” Ches smiles, things like that seemed to go viral at least, and it wasn’t like she didn’t already have a platform to build off of. What would be the harm in posting one video and seeing how it went? The cats liked to get into everything already, clingy little things, not that Ches had any urge to complain. The fact the three were so affectionate, rather than aloof like the cat stereotypes she’d grown up believing, was part of what made them so endearing to her despite previously not really being a cat person. “If I take a video, I can send it to you if you want?”

Ches’s face lights up when Colt says that McGraw earned a pet or two, and walks over to the dog, leaning down to pet him. “Thank you, I never pet other people’s dogs without permission. Plus, it always feels kinda violating when people pet Clover without consent. If you want to give her a couple pets though, you may.” She says as she pets McGraw, giving him a couple of pets before she moves away from him. After all, Colt said he earned a pet or two, better not push it too far. And when he confirms that they were calving in the spring, she nods. “Well, I hope that goes as smoothly as possible then. If it wouldn’t be too stressful on the cows, or inconvenience you of course, maybe Clover and I will have to drop by for a visit to the farm sometime.” She glances down at her own dog, the golden retriever still sitting calmly other than a couple of subtle tail wags upon hearing her own name. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work, which, doesn’t quite feel fair considering the entire world watches me work most of the time.” She winks, barely holding back laughter with the words. They were nothing more than a playful tease, truly not expecting Colt to agree to letting her shadow him on the farm just because she was curious. @cheapxseats

Cats playing the piano? Colt couldn't quite tell if she was being serious or not, but you could colour him impressed. There were a few cats on his family's ranch -- barn cats, mostly feral and unlikely to ever thrive as a household companion. Colt had a soft spot for them though, and had built a warm, cozy, and safe spot in the garage and the barn for them. It seemed a fair trade: Colt provided shelter, food, and water, and they kept the mouse population on the ranch to a minimum. The cats mostly liked to be left alone, but that didn't stop Colt from attempting a pstpstpst whenever he saw one dart passed. Still, they were a far cry from playing any pianos. "Feel like you could film that, sounds cute," he said with a grin. Whether it was cats artfully playing Beethoven or randomly stomping on the keys, Colt mostly just felt like the world was a better place with more animal content pretty much anywhere.

Colt glanced down at his dog, who had now sat down and was watching his owner for his next command -- or his release word. "Think he's earned a pet or two, if you're interested." He had an idea that Ches was, though there was no pressure either way. He appreciated her respect for McGraw's boundaries. Training a smart but stubborn dog was hard enough without strangers deciding to pat McGraw when Colt was just trying to give a command. He gave the dog a pat on the head, and nodded his confirmation at Ches's next question. "Yes ma'am, spring it is."