Charles
Ruth flicked her ears. The spores inside the haze were prickly enough to tickle her skin, especially the area of her ears which bears less fur than the rest of her body. The cat stood still in one spot for about a few seconds, fighting in between, trying to keep her cool or sneezing loudly to ease the itchiness in her nose.
“Are you okay, Ruth?” Charles gazed to his side onto the part of his shoulders that became the cat’s sitting place. “Did the haze bother you that much?”
The cat sniffled. “Moderately so. It’s even worse when I have a heightened smelling sense. Every small spore that passed through my nuzzle felt like a bud of cotton ready to stuff my nostrills. It is two times itchier than normal.”
Charles breathed a weak giggle. “ It must be hard being a cat. Did you also b
