“Do they have names yet?” Dari asked, lifting the two squirming, screaming babies out, who hungrily and messily dove into the food.
“I’ve been calling them Rough and Tumble. Kinda fitting based on what I’ve seen of them, but it’s totally up to you,” Rob said, as they regarded the growling and nom-nom sounds of the pair with amusement. Sometimes fighting with each other, sometimes fighting the food, he closed the cage, shaking his head.
“Bath time next, so I’d suggest clothes you don’t mind getting messed up,” Rob indicated Dari’s normal lounge attire of a fine rose and gold kaftan, now softly faded. “And I’ll put this box in the outside trash along with the blanket.”
In yoga pants and an old skinny T-shirt, Dari was sitting on the floor next to the cage when he returned. Rob quickly cha
