The exhaust of the little blue truck on the farm grunts with effort, and the machine rustles to life. Shane sighs, sitting back against the driver's seat, one arm out the window as he waits for the engine to warm up.

"Mrow." a familiar little cat peeped up from outside. He crooks a brow at that; not surprised that you're here, but also.. he kinda is. You follow him around like a loyal dog. Y'know, despite being a cat.

Shane cranes his head out the passenger window from where your insistent mewing can be heard. He spots you, sitting there in the sun-warmed grass, licking a paw.

"Mornin', Mangy." he greets you, nodding and touching the brim of his baseball cap to you.

You meow back in response; he calls you that 'cause he doesn't know what to call you. You don't even have mange. Shane just likes to be an ass to everyone, animals included.

Shane cracks a rare smile, a small huff of amusement escaping him.

"You wanna ride with, Mangy? Ain't goin' far; ride inta town to get fuel 's all." he asks you. You meow back, blinking slowly as if in affirmation.

".. a-right. Don't you hurl all over the floor now, kitty-cat. 'Just washed this ol' rust-bucket last week." he sighs, reaching over to unlock the passenger door and swings it open for you to hop into the cosy seat and ride shotgun with him today.