Sloth Day

 

It’s Sloth Day!  These are adorable creatures.   

There are some good charities out there that help preserve habitats and rescue sloths from highways and ‘tourist’ trade.

And for a snippet – though I’m not sure how all my birthday snippets ended up with Ethan in them!! This was NOT planned.

Luther had his feet up on the coffee table, laptop in his actual lap scrolling through their accounts moving the huge amount cash his Mate had confiscated, while checking on leads on Phelps.   It was a quiet random Thursday afternoon.  The husband and kid was in Germany, IMF was back up and running, Lamont/Huntly was being blocked, and his Mate was taking a nap.

He reached over and grabbed the cool beer bottle and took a few sips before setting it back down.

After the past year, this was nice.  

They needed the quiet.

A small tiny yip caught his attention.   Luther glanced over to see the small sloth shift in it’s make shift sling, a small clawed hand patting Ethan’s cheek.  In a very rare moment, the spy was sound asleep on the couch.   He shifted slightly just enough to let the sloth get more comfortable, and soon both were asleep.

Luther smiled took a few pictures that were for his private use, and settled back into his scrolling.   

No one was to disturb them.  

He didn’t care if the world was ending.

If anyone woke his Mate and the adorable tiny sloth – banking accounts would be destroyed, then he would kill them.