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       Are your whiskers all bent? Are your finer sensibilities affronted? Does this all bite?

Make you hiss? Does no one even get it?

            Well, Pussywillow, have we got something for you!  

It’s better than that Joke by Jackson! It’s better than when the sashimi joint got the doors blown off! It’s better than sunspots that stay put, so you don’t have to move!

 

            I give you the  High, Wide and Handsome Whiska-Dish!

 So, you shouldn’t have to deal with Whisker Stress!

🌸🤍🌸

But to return to our story:

 
            “I think we should demand accountability,” said Willie, miffed again. “I mean, it’s bad enough when one of them just walks out of the door. But both of them?
            “Sure, I like being in charge, but it makes me nervous. What if they never come back?”
            “They always come back,” said Suzy, hopefully, full of trust in spite of her nerves.
            “Your problem, Skinny Girl, is that you have no imagination,” announced Willie, so loudly that he opened KittyComm™ accidentally. Cats began to listen in!
            “Have you considered what the buffet would look like if they were gone for two days? Just two days?” yowled Willie.
            The ether crackled! Someone came online!
            “I saw a monster!” said Toots suddenly.
            “Wut?” said Willie.
            “A monster!” said Suzy. “Oh NO! Did it eat you?”
            “Suzy, you’re not talking to a dead cat,” said Willie, feeling somewhat whiplashed all of a sudden.
            “No, because I hid until it went away and our gentleman came to take care of us,” whispered Toots.
            “What did it look like,” whispered Suzy, in a state.
            “Oh, Suzy! It had huge black eyes like a beastly great bug! But part of it was disguised like a human! In pants and everything, and shoes, Suzy!” said Toots breathlessly!
            “The horror! The horror!” said Suzy. She just about fainted right there!
            “Hey. We were talking about when they disappear. Poof. Out the door! Where the heck do they go?” interjected Willie.
            “I’m pretty sure my human goes hunting,” said Toots.
            “What?” said Suzy and Willie both.
            “What else could he be doing? He has to get food in here somehow!” insisted Toots.
            “At our house strangers bring offerings of food in bags and leave them on the porch in front. Then they sneak off and get into their cars and leave! I watch them do it!” said Willie. Suzy nodded agreement.
            “I think they’re Up To Something,” said Willie.
            “Maybe they know other cats! Somewhere else,” said Toots.
            “I bet that’s it,” said Suzy. She felt that this was very wrong somehow. If they knew other cats, why not just bring them home so they could all be together?
            “See, that’s why I wrote that poem about busting out,” said Willie. “If we could just figure out a way to come and go as we wished, we could go hunt and take care of ourselves!”
            All three girls burst out laughing, including Sammie, who was there, but hadn’t been saying anything, because the conversation was so amusing without her comments.
            “We all three love you,” said Sammie. “You’re a poet! A poet cat! Who knew! Who could guess by looking at you?” Sammie did have a point there.
            “Oh! Here they are,” said Willie. He heard the door open and shut and two people talking.
            “I told you they always come back,” exulted Suzy.
            “I’ll grant you that they always have, so far,” agreed Willie, heading for the buffet, just to check on things.
            “Toots,” said Suzy, “I’m so glad the monster didn’t eat you!”
            Sammie laughed a quiet cat laugh and signed off KittyComm™ for the night.
            “I guess I’ll go greet them now,” said Suzy. “After all, they came home!”
            “Yes, you should,” said Toots. “Let’s talk again tomorrow. I have some more theories about what humans do out there!”
            “OK! Goodnight Toots! Prrrrt!” said Suzy.
            “Prrrrrt!” answered Toots, and the connection closed.