Marcy’s Game of Cones …

Cynthia is worriedly pacing the apartment as Tabby Cat Scooter recovers in the office from the sudden onset of a bizarre, inexplicable, and violent rash.

Darth Vet -er has doomed Tabby Cat Scooter to the dreaded “Cone.” Both cat and hooman are glum.

 

Just then, Cynthia side eyes Marcy stretching out, luxuriating in a sunspot she has all to herself.

Cynthia:  Marcy, did you by any chance … I don’t know … injure Scooter somehow?

Marcy:  Don’t believe everything you hear.

Cynthia:  I actually didn’t hear –

Marcy (quickly):  Those are rumors.

Cynthia: Ok but I’m not really hearing any –

Marcy (cutting her off):  Fake news.

Cynthia:  Ok … Ok.

Cynthia starts to walk away but hesitates and turns back.

Cynthia:  It’s just that you’ve been strutting around like Queen of the Apartment ever since Scooter has been confined to his cone and the office. I mean, you’re kind of … glowing?

Marcy:  Can’t a kitty enjoy some peace and quiet and a sunspot without being accused of attempted murder in the first degree? Geesh.

Cynthia:  Ok Ok.

A beat as Cynthia resumes her worried pacing.

Marcy:  By the way, have you considered his raging rash might be a food allergy?

Cynthia:  No. Darth Vet- er thinks he’s got an abscess or he got bit by a flea or –

Marcy:  We don’t have fleas.

Cynthia:  I know. But …

Marcy:  But what? We don’t have fleas.

Cynthia (throwing up her arms in exasperation):  But it can’t be a food allergy. Scooter’s been eating the same food for months.

Marcy:  Oh yeah?

Cynthia:  Yeah.

Marcy:  So you’re saying Scooter hasn’t been chowing down on that big bag of inexpensive cat food you bought to feed the ferals?

A beat.

 

Cynthia:  Oh my gato!

Cynthia races off to call Darth Vet-er.

Marcy stretches out in her solo sunspot.

 

But, she can’t get comfortable. She frets and turns and keeps glancing at the closed office door.

Sighing, Marcy gets up and slips a note under the door.

Dear Scooter, 

Get better soon, ok?

Our Hooman can’t handle it.

And sunspots aren’t the same without you.

Love + Hisses, Marcy

*Scooter is doing better, but we still don’t know what caused his rash. 

I wish cats could talk.

xo, cynthia

(Marcy:  Are you sure about that?)

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