Hello. It’s me, your stressed-out dilute calico buddy. I’ve had a really rough week.
Onyx: Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? After all, I’m the one whose human is still missing. And no one is letting me outside to track her down.
Gypsy: That’s your idea of stress? You’ve gotten out a few times. It’s not my fault if they keep bringing you back in.
Onyx: I almost made it the last time. If I’d just made it under the porch in the back yard, I would have been free.
Sgt Stripes: Free to do what? You’ve never lived outside. You have no idea what’s out there.
Onyx: I need to find my human.
Snoops: Be careful. Some of the birds out there would just think you’re a tasty snack.
Onyx: Ugh. I hate birds.
Sgt Stripes: Some of them are rather tasty.
Angel: I agree. Especially the chicken-flavored ones.
Gypsy: Can we get back to me, please? I had a bad week.
Sgt Stripes: What happened?
Gypsy: Well, someone (looks at Onyx) stole my humans just as I was finally getting back to normal after the trauma of being down a human.
Onyx: Don’t look at me. You decided to move into Blondie’s room after she left.
Gypsy: Only after you moved into Mom’s room.
Onyx: I was lonely. You should have shared.
Gypsy: Shared what? You took over the bed. Besides, I didn’t really like it in Blondie’s room. The top of the bookcase was nice. And the food delivery was adequate. But I only stayed a couple of weeks. You could have moved back in.
Onyx: Nah. I need humans. Besides, you moved into the bedroom next door.
Gypsy: I do like Yam’s room.
Onyx: Who’s Yam?
Gypsy: You know. Young Adult Male.
Onyx: I never knew that was his name.
Sgt Stripes: Wait a minute. That’s my human. His name isn’t Yam.
Gypsy: It is to me. Besides, you never use those drawers under his bed. They are perfect for hiding from the little humans. And right across the hall from the kibble, water, and litter box.
Angel: Then you should have stayed there.
Gypsy: I would have, but I got kicked out. Yam had a guest and shut the door. It really was an unpleasant weekend. Both Onyx and Sgt Stripes were up there. And so were the little humans.
Angel: So what? That’s the way it used to be before the big tabby took over downstairs.
Sgt Stripes: I have a name, you know. And I didn’t take over anything. You kept watching me while I ate and intimidated me. Mom had to find me a place on the counter so I could eat in peace.
Angel: You are a drama llama.
Snoops: You two do need to get along a little better. At least Sarge and I can share space without hissing all the time.
Gypsy: Hello! This is supposed to be about me. Between you guys feuding and the small humans, my nerves were shot.
Onyx: Here’s the real drama queen.
Snoops: Be nice, Onyx. Gypsy went through a lot before you guys got here. And things have been very strange lately. Where did you go after Yam’s room?
Gypsy: I tried Mom’s room. But since it’s the spot for Storytime while Blondies’s gone, that wasn’t a good choice. The boys stress me out.
Sgt Stripes: They’re loud. But they do give lots of treats.
Gypsy: I really don’t like loud noises or being touched if I don’t ask for it. They make me very nervous.
Angel: Did you finally find a spot?
Gypsy: I did. I found a drawer in the filing cabinet in the study.
Angel: So why are you out here instead of your new spot?
Gypsy: This is where the annoying part of humans comes in. I can get the drawer open by myself on the outside, but it closes on its own.
Snoops: So you were trapped?
Gypsy: Sort of. The humans didn’t find me for two days.
Snoops: They were worried about you, but you kinda have a history of hiding when you get stressed out. They thought you were hiding in the basement rafters again.
Gypsy: Whatever. I cried a few times but no one came.
Angel: That’s probably because the other drama queen (looks at Onyx) talks non-stop sometimes.
Gypsy: I guess Mom got worried. She was going room-to-room calling my name. She thought she heard something, so she got our human brother to listen. He figured out where I was. I was really thirsty and hungry, but no lasting damage.
Snoops: We saw you got extra food and water.
Angel: And everyone came out to see what the fuss was about.
Snoops: That story had a happy ending. Why was it a bad week?
Gypsy: That was the perfect place to hide. I went back there after I’d eaten and drank. I thought I was set for the night.
Onyx: Let me guess. You were dumb enough to get trapped again.
Gypsy: I was just settling in for a nice nap when Mom opened the drawer and made me get out. Then they put a big box in front of the drawer so I can’t open it.
Sgt Stripes: They were trying to keep you safe.
Gypsy: They knew it was my hiding space. They could have checked on me every few hours.
Sgt Stripes: You’re right. I guess they’re not so fully trained after all.
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