We had a couple of missed days in there, so I'm playing catch-up. Here's the one from last Thursday or thereabouts.
Leon reined in at the rest area and dismounted, wincing at the pain in his thighs.
“Prrrrirrow?” said Zither. “Tuuuna?”
“Sorry, pal,” said Leon, reaching for the spigot and a bowl. “I don’t have enough money for premium. It’s going to have to be the generic meat blend.”
“Pfeh.” Zither dropped his enormous head to his paws. They fed the new tabby models well at the breeding factory.
“Tell you what,” Leon said. “I’ll spring for a sprig of catnip.”
Zither perked up.
“But not till we get home. I can’t have you flopping over sideways on the highway.”
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