It had been extremely close quarters, but after the inferno they’d been through together, there was nothing they could not achieve.
Certainly after they’d had a bit of time to chill.
They were born for this.
Now it was their time to sparkle.
To show off their individuality.
There they were:
Even Ginger-woof put on his finery.
(And, albeit grudgingly, Gin-Cat did so, too).
It was, after all, the grand finale.
The full bling dress-up for the big chomp.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Jennifer Pendergast