610 - I've Drooled on the Top Letter

I picked up my pen to finish signing the latest stack of
invitations and letters. It was late enough that Doof sat on the rail of my
pen-rack with his head tucked between his hunched wings, fluffed almost into a
ball.  He rocked gently back and forth as
he breathed.


Eltras lay on my desk, his chin on the forearm of my writing
hand, his purr made me take good care of my signing and he'd