They're Going To The Mewn!

 

            Suzy felt the need of a bit of timely commiseration, so she concentrated  and Purred madly until she thought Toots could hear her…
            “Toots, Sweetie! Are you there? Oh, why did I say that? Toots?” said Suzy.
            “Here, Suzy! What’s up with you?” Toots said kindly.
            “Well, not to put too fine a whisker on it, Sweetie,” said Suzy. “Brrrt!”
            “Yes, Dear. A Tom Kitten. Try to bear up!” mewed Toots. “Someday soon, he will sleep more.”
            “Besides kittens, sigh, they’re all sitting around looking at the square thing. I hear talking about people on a thing with fire under it going to the moon! I ask you!” huffed Suzy.
            “Mewn,” said Toots.
            “What? Isn’t that the same thing?” said Suzy.
            “Every human on Earth spells it wrong!” insisted Toots.
            “Toots, we don’t know anything about spelling. We’re illiterate!” said Suzy.
            “They say it wrong too. It’s not ‘mooooon,’ it’s pronounced ‘mewn.’ See the difference?” said Toots.
            Suzy frowned, “How can I see the difference? Shouldn’t you say hear the difference? I don’t see anything but the back porch and that thing Booker and Sweetie run in.”
            “It’s just a manner of speaking, Suzy. It means can’t you discern the difference between ‘mewn’ and ‘moon’. We have to hold the ground on this one,” said Toots.
            “I can’t hold the ground, I’m in the house,” whispered Suzy.
            “Are you being obtuse on purpose, Dear?” said Toots.
            “OK! OK! Mewn sounds better to me too! You win, Toots,” admitted Suzy. “How could it not?”
            “Right,” Toots nodded.
            “But there’s still a big problem. It doesn’t make sense. Listen, you’ve seen the mewn. It’s not big. It’s only about the size of a large tuna can. That thing with fire under is too big! What if it hits the mewn, and breaks it? Don’t they think about stuff before they send things to the mewn?” said Suzy, looking quizzical.
            (If you could have seen her, you might have thought she was considering having a tummy ache.)
            “Tuna?” said Toots. “What about tuna?”
            “That’s just how big the mewn is,” said Suzy.
            “I really like tuna!” said Toots. “I wish that if you had some you would send it somehow.”
            “I don’t know how to KittyCom™ cans of tuna, Toots. I wish I did. It would solve a lot of problems. I would send you all the tuna in the cupboard here!”
            “What were we talking about, Suz? I forgot,” said Toots. “You started talking about tuna on the mewn or something.”
            “Sometimes I wish Sweetie could ride that wheel on the back porch to the mewn, Toots!” hissed Suzy. “He’s disruptive.”
            “What about the other one, Booker? Doesn’t he ride the wheel too, and act like a Tom Kitten too?” said Toots, still picturing a can of tuna in the sky with a flaming tube aimed at it.
            “Well now, Booker is a negotiator. He’s not into storming citadels like his brother, thank all that’s good and proper!” said Suzy.
            “Have you ever had creamed tuna with peas, on toast, Suzy?” Toots said dreamily.
            “Dang it, Toots. Have I lost you?” said Suzy. “No. I’ve seen it, but it gave me tremors! No way, girl! I don’t eat fish in any form.”
            “You don’t know what you’re missing!” said astonished Toots.
            “Oh, yeah I do. I eat birds. Big dumb birds, all minced up!” said Suzy also dreamily. “I want to miss all the tuna in the world!”
            “Be that as it may, Miss Suzy, I sure hope they don’t break the mewn!” said Toots.
            “Maybe they’ll just go around it and take a bunch of pictures,” said Suzy.
            “We can only hope and Purr™, Dear, only hope and Purr™,” said Toots, fervently.”
            “Amew!” said Suzy.
            “Really they would do well to check with us first,” murmured Toots.
            They were both getting a little sleepy, so they broke off transmission and drifted off to a well earned nap.

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