How Green Becomes Wood

"The ones in here and the ones you brought to me are all I've got right now," Cooger replied with a shrug, "Even without the kittens and Hank, that's seven cats. Just last week we had another, Goldfish, but she went to her forever home. She was great, an old little lady like Hank. She purred like a lawn mower. But I don't even know where to begin to teach about cats. They're way more complicated than anyone realizes unless you really get to know them."
 
"I'd say that applies to most things in life: Complicated when you get to know them," Lex said, putting her hands in her pockets. She glanced out the door. "It's a bit chilly, but want to show me around the place? Looks like a little slice of woody paradise."
 
She plucked at the body of her thick-knitted, brown sweater covered in autumnal leaves. "I'm good. This is warmer than it looks." She paused looking him over. "Although I might take you up on borrowing your hoodie later."
 
"Alright, but if you get cold once we're out there, it's on you." Cooger teased, pulling on a flannel and his jacket, "Don't expect me to trick me into giving you my jacket once we're out there 'cause suddenly you decided you're cold. I'm smarter than that."
 
"Nah not yet. It's too cold to take in new animals. But I've got the chickens and Millie, the guard goose." He said, taking her hand, "You're lucky she didn't come honking at you when you drove up unannounced. She's vicious when she wants to be."
 
Lex was slightly surprised when Cooger took her hand, unused to guys willing to make the first move so willingly like that. She appreciated it. "Man, those cobra chickens can be the worst when they want to be," she grumbled, giving his hand a light squeeze. "I'm glad she's on your side. And chickens are great!"
 
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