The B.Y.C. Day Report

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            Suzy had a few quiet moments to herself to contact her good friend, Toots. It had been a long day. Suzy has some important responsibilities, as you can imagine, and she has been a very busy girl lately.

          “Toots, are you there, Honey?” she Purrjected™. She was getting better at this. No need for a gazing surface, unless of course, she needed to actually see Toots, and the other way around.
            “Yeah, Suzy dear, I’m listening!” she sent back immediately.
            “I just needed to speak to someone who isn’t a kitten, or a Fluffbag!” said Suzy. “Though I must admit that he has been doing some heavy lifting around here too!”
            “Mrrrrh! Sounds interesting,” said Toots. Suzy could hear Toots’ light laughter in the background.
            “So, Suzy, how have you been helping the kittens?” said Toots.
            “I watch. Mostly. I make sure they don’t strangle themselves on some rope, or string, or bag with loop handles! Fortunately, they take very long naps, so I can rest up a bit in between bouts. It makes me dizzy. I never had any children of my own, you know?” said Suzy.
            “Well, neither did I,” said Toots.
            “Uh oh, here comes Sweetie!” said Suzy from the top of the piano. “Hey, kid, say hi to Toots!”
            “What? Yeahyeahyeah….! Hi! Who’s Toots?” said Sweetie. He was confused because he didn’t see anyone to say hi to. “Where is she?”
            “In Texas. Don’t ask, just shut your eyes and listen,” said Suzy. So, Sweetie stopped and closed his eyes, like a good boy. He seemed to be listening to something. He squinted with effort.
            “She said I should always mind you and Mr. Baby. Is that his name?” said Sweetie. “I didn’t know he had a name.”
            “Of course he has a name. A weird name, I will admit. You have a name too,” said Suzy.
            “I do?” said Sweetie. “What is it?”
            “You know that word they keep saying to you? Sweetie? That’s your name,” said Suzy, rolling her eyes a little.
            “What’s a name?” said Sweetie, getting back to basics.
            “It’s a special word that is you and means you. For one thing, so we all know who we’re talking about. Nobody asked me. They named you, well, she named you. She has a strong predilection for naming. She called me Suzy, and now I’m stuck with it. If she had asked me I would have said Inexorable. Better name!” said Suzy. She smiled for a moment.
            About then Toots spoke up, “Where’s the other one?”
            “Sleeping in his chair, Toots Ma’am. He sleeps a lot,” said Sweetie. “I have to wake him up sometimes! I lick him! And I bite him, until he chases me, then we chase that big tail around and around!” enthused Sweetie.
            “Well, go wake him up, Sweetie. I want him to meet Toots too.”
            Sweetie headed for the living room where the chair sat and where Booker was sleeping peacefully, not bothering anyone.
            Soon rapid pawsteps could be heard heading for the back porch. Booker then Sweetie hit a big piece of brown paper they had been messing with earlier and both slid into the glass doors!
            “Tell him what his name is, Miss Suzy!” said Sweetie, all excited to be the bringer of knowledge to his bro.
            “My name is Booker,” said Booker calmly. “Booker is my name because I told her that my name was Booker the very first time she listened to me.” He sat quietly; tail wrapped neatly around his feet.
            “I could hear you and Miss Toots talking while I was still out in his chair. Hello, Ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Booker. “I’m a student of philosophy, Miss Toots. What is your main area of interest?”
            “Recording. I watch and record,” said Toots in amazement.
            Booker laughed, kindly, and said, “Are you an angel, Ma’am? I have heard of recording angels.”
            “I don’t know. I don’t think so. But then, would I know?” said Toots. “I only claim to be a very Cautious™ little grey tabby.”
            “We just don’t know everything,” said Suzy. “But I bet someday we will!”
            “You’re probably right, Miss Suzy,” said Booker, the student of philosophy, as he peeled off to chase Mr. Baby’s big provocative tail with his brother. There was a lot of scampering noise, and protesting Brrrts! From Mr. Baby.

"Brrrrrt!"

            “You see what I mean, Toots?” said Suzy. “Quite dizzying!”
            “Quite, indeed,” said Toots. “Well, you have your paws full, My Dear! May it all go smoothly. We must Purr™ for them. What fine fellows they are! You must be very proud of them!”
            “Well, yes. I wasn’t sure at first. But they are growing on me. I think they will be a credit to all the world of cats,” Suzy said, rather proudly, after all.

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