The Girls Try A Little Something

 

            Suzy and Toots wanted to explore their reach. They had had quite a bit of success with the PowerPurr™, and related adventures and constructive efforts.
            “I would like to try something that seems impossible,” said Suzy, gazing into the window glass so that she could see Toots reflected just slightly.
            “Of course, by definition, as soon as we do it, it won’t be impossible anymore, Suzy!” Toots could see the humor in a lot of logical dead ends. Part of being a cat, maybe?
            “I did say ‘seems’”, said Suzy, equally pedantically.
            “So, what to you have in mind, my dear,” asked Toots.
            “OK, just listen for a minute. See what you think! Remember hearing about that kitten on the train heading out of Skykomish, riding with Maurice the Ozark Howler?” said Suzy.
            “Of course I do. Sleeky Sue. You realize that story was fictional, right?” said Toots.
            “Oh, Toots! Who can define fiction? Are you sure? We will never know one way or the other unless we try to reach her! How about that? Huh? Huh?” said Suzy. “What if it works? What would that mean? After all some people claim that we are fictional! Which is strange as we know ourselves to be flesh and blood.”
            Both of them paused to reflect on their situation. Toots was in a sunny window. Suzy was sitting on the sewing machine desk looking out upon a grey day, with just glints of sunshine and blue sky patches.
            They were both kind of at loose ends. There was a lot of stuff going in the human world that wasn’t, or we hope it isn’t, their problem. Their people seemed a little distracted lately.
            So, like they always did, they tried reaching out. In this case, they thought of a place called Branson, and an ice cream shop, and a cat called Sleeky Sue. It took some concentrating. It’s like target shooting in a way. Precision is the name of the game here.
            “I know she’s there,” said Suzy. “I can see her, but I’m not sure she sees me!”
            “I didn’t foresee that possibility,” said Toots. “I she real or not?”
            “Hmm,” said Toots. “Maybe we should try again later. I think this has possibilities.”

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            That evening, far away in Branson, MO, Sleeky Sue, who had become indeed very sleek and prosperous looking, a fine tabby, just a bit pummelig, if the truth were know, woke from her afternoon nap.
            It must be admitted that a regular supply of ice cream will do that to a girl.
            She stretched, hopped off the sofa in Folky Joe’s swanky apartment where she and Maurice took care of house keeping for Joe. She walked softly over to the window and looked down at the city. She shook her head in disbelief.
            “You know, Maurice, I had the strangest dream just now,” said Sleeky Sue.
            “It was like two cats were trying to contact me somehow! But they weren’t together. I don’t understand how they were doing it. One was way up in WA, and one was in TX, and I think they were trying to get me to talk to them.”
            “Way freaky, Sue,” laughed Maurice. “Maybe you sleep too much. It’s giving you daymares!”
            “Easy for you to say, Maurice, easy for you to say, my friend,” drawled Sleeky Sue, gazing thoughtfully out of the window.
            “If they try again, I’m going to answer,” she said. “I have to know if they are real.”