A Conference With Suzy

 

Booker

            She seems to be experiencing some anxiety today. Rather than guessing, I figure I had better just ask her why she’s so clingy and/or stand offish. Here goes:
 
            “You obviously have something going on up there beneath the ears, Suzy,” I said. “You may as well admit it.”
            “Monsters..” she whispered.
            “Oh?” I said. “Please elucidate!”
            “They look somewhat like cats, but there’s something wrong with them. I don’t think they can really be cats. I think you got bamboozled by that slick hillbilly. You paid a lot of money for some little gnomes or something!” she blurted out in a rush. “They might even be some kind of Fae loosely based on a cat’s form.”
            “Have you ever met a kitten, Suzy?” I asked her. I knew she hadn’t.
            “I can’t remember,” she prevaricated.
            “You’ve been a kitten! But of course, you can’t remember how silly you were either,” I said.
            “I never felt silly. I did everything as well as I could! Willie was silly though,” she said. “I watch those two little things. They don’t seem to know anything at all!”
            “Examples?” I said.
            “Cats should know certain things, you know, and they don’t! Also, they don’t have proper respect. I think they can’t be cats,” she said. “They must be something else.”
            “Maybe, Suzy, they need your help. Did that ever occur to you?” I asked her. “Hey, you can help name them! How about that?”
            “Me? They need me?” said Suzy.
            “Yeah! You’ll  help them turn into smart cats!” I said.
            “OK. I’ll do it!” she said.
           
            Things are looking up in cat world! I’ll keep you posted!

Sweety

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