022: ACCIDENTAL VISUAL/GROCERY STORE [ i suppose that's just the way the cookie crumbles ]
Max is one of the Taxon citizens fortunate enough to not have been snowed in by the recent blizzard, though it took her some time to shovel a path down her steps. But even though the journey took her a little while longer than she wanted it to, she arrived at her destination unharmed and is currently pursuing the aisles of the grocery store closest to her apartment. The feed clicks on to show rows of dry cat food, and then a familiar hand comes into view, plucking a bag out of the row and examining it.
"Iams, Purina, Mills...Meow Mix?" she mutters under her breath as she surveys the brads on display. "What exactly is the difference?"
Feline DNA jokes that could be made aside, she's not shopping for herself.
"Iams, Purina, Mills...Meow Mix?" she mutters under her breath as she surveys the brads on display. "What exactly is the difference?"
Feline DNA jokes that could be made aside, she's not shopping for herself.