You will remember how Charley carried on at the house. How could anyone forget? The growling, and the hissing, and even striking out good and hard at any hand reaching out to her. Poor cat manners for sure.
Our two cats had discussed among themselves what could be the matter. They had even brought the question up to Toots and Sammie. Buddy had said that life is hard, maybe she has her reasons? Had anyone asked her?
That seemed like a rational idea.
They watched her and Mr. Baby arrive through the sliding glass door. He was walking on his leash, and she was carried in arms.
When everything settled down, Suzy spoke up. “Hey, Charley. How’s every little thing?”
“Oh, hi Suzy. OK, I guess,” admitted Charley, a bit reluctantly, in view of her past opinion on the subject of being here.
“So, Charley. What was the big beef? I mean last time we saw you,” said Willie.
“Good grief, Willie! That’s hitting her right out of the box,” said Suzy. “Can you give her a minute?”
“No, Suzy. He’s right. I was awful,” said Charley. “Being here, I remember suddenly. I don’t really understand why. I was perfectly happy anywhere else, you know?”
“That’s what your lady said, so we couldn’t figure out why you were so angry here,” said Willie. “Do you have any idea?”
“We Purred for you. Maybe that is why you feel better now,” said Suzy. “What we Purred for was peace. That you would be filled with peace. Do you feel more peaceful?”
“No, I don’t know why I was so angry. It doesn’t even make sense to me now. Being angry was like being bitten by a league of fleas that I couldn’t scratch, and that made me even madder! But it’s gone. I promise not to hit, or hiss, or growl! Not unless I have a really good reason to, like if that darn big pup, Tom, comes in here!” said Charley.
“Oh, we just hide. No problem. No need to defend!” said Willie.
“Hm. I can do that too,” said Charley. “I’ll just hide until he goes away.”
“That’s the house lion’s way,” said Suzy. “Hide until it’s all over!”
“Got it!” said Charley.