10/16/2026
Smokey was always the brave one. Today, it was Biscuit’s turn. 🥹
After Smokey’s little surgery, he came home in the cone and he’s not happy about it. He bumped into the table, bumped into the sofa, and gave me the most offended look I’ve ever seen on a cat. I couldn’t stop laughing. Then Biscuit, the scaredy-cat who used to hide under the sofa from every storm, walked Smokey step by step to his water bowl. And when the rain started up again, he didn’t even flinch. He just sat next to his brother. The one who was protected had become the protector.
Drop a ❤️ if you’ve ever been carried by someone you once carried.
