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Saturday, September 13, 2014

Where Have the Humans Servants Gone?

“The servants packed up some bags and left yesterday,” said Lamont.

“Yes,” responded Patchtricia, “and they did not return.”

“I wonder what on earth has happened to them,“ said Pawline? “This is most distressing.”



Days pass…

“Where oh where have they gone?” cried Lamont. “Where can the be so long?”

“I don’t have a clue,” said Paw. “Surely they cannot have abandoned us?”

“How could they,” mewed Patch. “They rescued us, and have been very good servants giving us good food and brushing and petting us. It doesn’t make any sense they would just pack up and leave us alone.”

Days pass…

“I’m don’t know what to do,” cried Lamont. “They have been gone so long, and here we are all alone. It makes no sense to me.”

“Well,” said Paw, “we’re not entirely alone. That lady from next door comes and feeds us and gives us water. I think she would like for us to come out and say hi to her.”

“I’m sure she would too,” replied Patch, “but our feral heritage makes that extremely difficult. It took a long long time before we got used to our servants and to care for them. These attachments just don’t happen over night.

Each cat nods it head and grooms itself or each other.



Days pass…

“Did you hear the garage door open,” said Lamont with his ears twitching in all directions?

“I think you’re right,” said Patch. “Could it be that our servants Meugh and Mewreen have returned?” as she jumped up and stood at the top of the stairs with her liter mates.

“The key is turning in the front door,” exclaimed Paw. “I think, I do think, the servants have returned. Could be.”

All three cats listen as luggage is hauled into the house, the slowly one by one the creep down stairs and peek as the servants come into the house.



“Oh glory be. They here,” exclaimed Lamont! “They are home at last.”

“Oh yes,” said Patch, “who would have thought we would have become so attached to these human critters. I’m very glad they are home.”

“I think I feel a purr coming on,” said Paw. “I hate to admit it but we’ve grown to love these human servants. We love the brushing, the treats, the petting and the like they give us. They are good servants indeed.”

“Indeed,” said Lamont and Patch together. “Amen.”

Days pass…

“Lamont,” said Patch, “aren’t you going a little overboard with this affection thing? First you started sitting by Mewreen’s legs and rubbing against them. And now you have become a lap cat. I have even seen you sit like that with Meugh when Mewreen is not around. And what’s with the drooling?”




“You’re find one to speak,” replied Lamont. “You run to Meugh at not the usual hours and hop on his chair for treats even when it is not treat time. But I notice he usually does hand out treats. One for you in his lap, one he feeds to me and I take it out of his hand, and one he drops on the floor for Paw. But good job, we are all getting more treats than ever.”



“Yes,” added Paw. “I think they missed us as much as we missed them. There seems to be more brushing, petting and treats since they have returned from wherever they went. I gather it was some type of cruise, whatever that was, they took with Meugh’s liter mate and his wife.”

“Life is good again,” explained Lamont.

“Yes indeed, life is good again,” Paw added.




“Amen and amen to that,” said Patch.

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