Shhh... we's hidin. Mom got out a PTU* an tooked away our food dishes. I fink it's Bonnie's PTU, but I's hidin anyway, just in case. Last time the food dishappeared, I wented to the VET fur a day an nite an I sleeped an when I woked up, my mouf felt funny, there were odd purpul mousies climbin the walls, and I had a funny itch at the back of my neck.
Mom won't do that to me again! Uh-uh, no way, I's stayin unner the bed. Shhh don't tell her where I is!
Where's my food, woman? What do you THINK you're doing! I'm HUNGRY. Feed. Me. Nooooooow. Noooooooow, I tell you! Listen to me! Stop putting those plates away and FEED ME. I'm telling my man on you! Take Victor - he's under the bed. You know he WANTS to go. Really, he told me so. Fooooooood. Noooooooow.
Mom here. Bonnie's going to the vet tomorrow for a tooth cleaning, checkup and micro-chipping. No food after 6 for her, and no way to feed only Victor. Funny how the minute I picked up their dishes, both decided they were starving.
UPDATE: VERY BAD NEWS. Our furiend Oscar the Puppy Cat has suddenly gone to the bridge. There's an explanation at Emma's blog and a Chatzy chat tonite. Our purrayers are wif Oscar's fambly (efun frum unner the bed).
*PTU: Prisoner Transport Unit, aka Cat Carrier