I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am NOT the queen of cats. What is wrong with MoonCat, Lady Human? I have hardly seen her all day.
Me: All the rearranging and furniture moving has her freaked out. She is reestablishing her hiding places.
Stella: Speak bulldog!
Me: Or English. That would help me.
MoonCat: Meow. Weird. Scared.
Me: Aw, honey, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Stella: See! I told you the room change was a bad idea. Even a cat knows that. And they don’t know anything.
Me: Your food is in the same place. And your water. And we showed you where your box is. Nice and secluded and blocked from bulldog eyes and everything else bulldoggy.
MoonCat: Meow. I am not sure…
Me: Nothing in the kitchen changed. Nothing in the utility room changed. And the bulldogs…
MoonCat: Nothing of the bulldogs changed.
Me: True. They still bark. They still run around like crazy.
MoonCat: Just like home. All right. I feel better now.
Stella: We must not be doing our job.
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