Nora’s BFF (bear friend forever)
Since they first met Nora has gotten a bit larger, older, and more outgoing (and less asleep). Ruggles still isn’t too sure about this interloper, but in this shot they look like two old pals down at the pub for a drink.
Everything had started off cordial enough.
The conversation in this second picture went like this:
nora: “nga nga nga”
ruggles: “please do not drool on me. My fur is not easily laundered.”
nora: *raspberry*
ruggles: “touché, my little friend, touché”
The situation grew increasingly tense and led to a few breathless moments of stare-down as the adoptive siblings attempted to establish dominance. (How do you stare down someone whose eyes are buried in fur? This baby has skills, Casey.)
In the end, though, they’re both way too cute to hold a grudge against. The air cleared and everyone (with a mouth) was all smiles (for now).