Indigo bounced on the newly made bed. "Wheee!" She squeaked. "I was getting bored. When will it be warm enough to go on trips again?"
Mort looked thoughtful from his basket. " You never can tell here. It's a lot colder than where Scratch is from. It never really gets cold down there; and even now that it's mid February it's like in the 50s and 60s during the day! Almost spring. Too warm really, for my taste. "
Indigo stopped bouncing. " You mean Scratch is from somewhere else? I wish I could go see it! "
" You can, if you're willing to wait a little longer", said Scratch, who had come in in the meantime. " I plan on visiting there in a few weeks. I'm going to see some friends and family and grab some stuff my sister is keeping for me. "
" You are? That is AWESOME! " said Mort excitedly. He bounced off his basket and on to the bed with Indigo.
"Do you want to come too?" Asked Scratch.
Mort paused in his bouncing. " Me? Nah. I'm lazy. Besides, I think it's time to 'pass the torch' so to speak. But you gotta take lots of pictures, okay? "
" I think that can be arranged. "
