Cynthia exuberantly bursts into the front door with her suitcase.

Photo by Rita Petersone – Lazdina of MyMonography Etsy Shop  Bon Voyage, Mademoiselle

Cynthia:  Hey Marcy girl! I’m back!

Marcy:  Yay!

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Marcy and Cynthia perform a Happy Dance that is not unlike chickens sidestepping hot pavement.

Marcy stops suddenly.

Marcy:  Wait. I’m mad at you. And, I am not supposed to speak to you for the next five hours.

Cynthia (disappointed):  Awww…really?

Marcy:  Sorry. Cat Rules 101. One hour for every day you were gone.

Civil Air Transport

Marcy:  In fact, I can’t even LOOK at you.

Marcy stalks off a few feet, turns her back, puffs up like a turkey, and whips her tail back and forth.

Cynthia (hopefully):  But don’t you want to see my pictures?

Marcy gives Cynthia a snide sideways look and continues to whip her tail back and forth.

Cynthia:  So you’re in this for the duration, I guess. Five hours of the silent treatment. Sigh… I guess I’ll unpack.

Vintage Girl and Suitcase, source unknown

Marcy spends the next five hours looking like this:

Mad Marcy

Marcy:  I’m so mad at you.