I don't know what got into the furkids last night. Maybe we had a sudden influx of Martians, Greeblingz, Gremlins, and Beuvarts all at once...
There I was, sitting in the living room. Rich was on the phone. There was a hiss from down the hall. Then a yowl. Then a shriek and the stampeding of dozens of kitty feet (well, an even dozen but the speed always multiplies things).
I looked up as a feline tornado boiled into the living room from the back hall — Mezzaluna in front, Squirrel chasing (and gaining on) Mez; Raven chasing Squirrel. The whole mass met in the living room in a snarl of shrieking feet and fur.
"What in the world is with you guys? Hey. Hey!"
Then there was the anticipated POOF as a great cloud of kitty fluff (mostly Squirrel's) exploded into the air. (Don't worry; this happens all the time. Squirrel "sheds". That's the euphemistic term. Squirrel ejects fluff in large quantities but you'd never know it to look at him. Squirrel is stuffed with polyester fiber fill; it's the only logical explanation.)
The next thing I knew, three cats ran for cover in three directions, eyes wide, ears cocked. I spent the next 20 minutes walking around, petting heads, making soothing noises.
"It's OK. Really. Are you OK? That's a good kitty now. Yes. It's OK now."
But where had Bebop been through all of this?
Sometime later I walked downstairs to my office, turned on the light and headed toward my desk... and there was Bebop. Under my desk. Deeply Concerned. Eyes VERY wide. Ears very alert. Thought balloon easy to read.
What happened? Is it gone? Did it eat anybody? Will it eat me? Is it safe to come out yet?
I petted his head very gently, then turned out the light and left. He spent most of the rest of the evening in my office (although when I looked in on him later he'd moved to the top of the cabinet).
Today, all is calm.
Hissy Fit - posted by Vicki at Fri, 17 Dec, 18:23 Pacific
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