It’s another Dear Marcy! Ask her anything and hope she doesn’t answer…
Cynthia enters the living room to find Marcy in her sunspot. Marcy is dazed and delirious from her daily Vitamin D overdose from the warm California sun.
Cynthia: Geez, Marcy. Don’t you have the life.
Marcy: I do. Don’t bug me. I’m absorbing the D.
|Marcy smugly snoozing in her sunspot|
Cynthia: Don’t you feel the least bit bad for all of the freezing peeps and cats all over the United States right now?
Cynthia: I do. Don’t you feel the least bit guilty that our thermostat hit 75 today?
Cynthia: I do. Can you even imagine what below zero would feel like? It must be terrible. Plus, they all must be going crazy cooped up in their homes for so long.
Marcy: Let them make snowcats.
|Snow Cat by friend and cat rescuer/advocate, Selina Lee|
Cynthia: That’s mean, Marcy.
Marcy: But cute. Just like me.
Cynthia: Marcy. Yay! I figured out three ways to wear my cat t-shirt. Woo Hoo!
Marcy (aghast): You took pictures of yourself wearing a cat and plastered them on the internet. Is that normal?
Cynthia (very enthusiastically): Probably not. Okay. Now. This first look is called my “Zooey Look.” Cute. Quirky. Flirty.
|Zooey Cat Look|
Cynthia: This second look is my “Urban Cool” look.
|Urban Cool Cat Look|
Marcy: Stupid. And out of focus.
Cynthia: And this last look is what I like to call my “Kate” look after Katherine Hepburn. You know, wide leg pants and all.
|Kate Cat Look|
Marcy: Stupid. Wrinkled. And somewhat inaccurate I’m sure.
Cynthia: Oh Marcy, why are you trying to rain on my parade?
Marcy: Well, If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.
Cynthia: Tell me.
Cynthia: Please. I’ll give you a treat.
Marcy (very upset): THAT CAT ON YOUR SHIRT IS NOT A MARCY CAT! IT’S A PENELOPE KITTEN.
|i’m penelope i’m little but i’ll whap ya|
Marcy (now outraged): I HATE HER. SHE WHAPS ME ON THE HEAD! YOU SHOULD BE WEARING A MARCY CAT. NOT A PENELOPE CAT. IT’S MY BLOG!
Cynthia: Oh, Marcy… you’re right. Oh dear… I’m so sorry. I should have considered your feelings. I promise to –
Marcy (interrupting): WHERE’S MY TREAT?!
|Marcy has Cynthia wrapped around her paw|