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Yeti: (Looking in mirror) Mirror, mirror, on the wall – who’s the fairest of them all?

Boo: (Rolling eyes) As if our people don’t tell you enough…

Yeti: (Realizing she’s not alone) It – it was a rhetorical question.

Boo: Come on, you don’t expect me to believe you didn’t want an answer.

Yeti: Mirrors don’t really talk.

Boo: Then what was the point of asking it? You didn’t know I was here.

Yeti: Of course I did.

Boo: Now who’s a fibber, Ms. Hypocrite?

Yeti: Well, you’re always around….

Boo: You’re wandering from the point.

Yeti: (Feigning ignorance) What point?

Boo: That you’re a vain, conceited little thing, and spoiled rotten at that.

Yeti: (Pouting) That was unnecessarily harsh. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

Boo: (Shaking head) I don’t hate you at all. I just think that while I’m expected to work on my honesty, you should be working on your vanity. Granted, you have to fight constant input telling you how gorgeous you are all the time. (Sticks out tongue) It’s almost like you’re brainwashed. I’m not saying you aren’t pretty; you just obsess about it a lot.

Yeti: Well…thanks, I guess. You get lots of compliments, too. How do you keep yourself grounded?

Boo: I think the fact that I get yelled at for stealing and such around here keeps my ego in check. You are pretty well behaved.

Yeti: Thank you.

Boo: You’re welcome.

Yeti: So…this is a lot to consider. I need to balance fantasy and reality.

Boo: Not a lot of fun, I understand.

Yeti: I know I’m going to slip up…like you. (Sighs)

Boo: We’ll keep each other in check.

Yeti: Partners?

Boo: Partners. (Peekaboo turns her attention to their surroundings.) Man, Missus sure has lots of pretty sparkly things up here (bats at an old costume-jewelry choker with aurora borealis rhinestones, and starts to drag it off the dresser as her personal toy).

Yeti: Here, you’re not using that right. Help me put it on – it sets off my lovely blue eyes and precious pink nose (poses coquettishly).

Boo: (She abruptly glares at Yeti, considers herself, shakes her head and adopts a deadpan tone as Yeti mirrors her expression and thoughts) We really are hopeless, aren’t we?

Yeti: It would seem so…(tilts her head admiring her reflection, oblivious to Boo dragging off the choker)…it’s part of our unique charm….

Boo: I’m sure glad Mister and Missus came back for us. I was worried.

Yeti: They always do.

Boo: They were gone a long time this time.

Yeti: Not really…it was about the same. And it’s not bad, staying with MamaMister. Her place is quiet and relaxing, and the bird watching is good. It’s like we get a vacation too.

Boo: It was fun poking around finding new hiding places. But I missed Missus and Mister.

Yeti: “Absence makes the heart grow fonder”. Although I’m not sure that’s possible with you, you codependent cat. I would have preferred to go with them, as I love traveling, but Missus assured me we wouldn’t have enjoyed this trip. Every time they talk about it, I hear the word “rain”.

Boo: Blecch. Then why did they go?

Yeti: She said her brother was getting his very own Missus.

Boo: Aww, how nice. Another Mister and Missus. I remember him; he liked how I played and jumped. I miss him, and MamaMissus too, although I don’t miss the long trip between us. Now I’m gonna miss MamaMister. She lets me nap on her like our People let me on them.

Yeti: We get to see her more than MamaMissus who’s so much further away. Her place was even more quiet and restful, and so many more birds!

Boo: I did like that. It’s like a…what do you call it?

Yeti: A sanctuary?

Boo: Yes, that.

Yeti: For us as well as the birds, although not if we were allowed out with them [licks chops]

Boo: I almost got out at the birds at MamaMister’s, but she’s quick and clever.

Yeti: You shouldn’t underestimate her. She’s wise to you.

Boo: Back at you. You couldn’t get into the basement with me either, when she was going in there.

Yeti: I got a glimpse…there’s tons of hiding places in there…which is probably why she didn’t want us in there…but it would be like an amusement park if she would!

Boo: Yeah, it’s like all our people want to ruin our fun.

Yeti: Or maybe, since we don’t know what’s in there, protect us from harm?

Boo: Giving them credit for responsibility takes the air out of our righteous indignation. Stop it.

Yeti: I don’t know how you can be considered a middle-aged cat with such an immature cattitude.

Boo: [Smugly] Like the grand MamaPeoples, age is just a number, and we’re all young at heart.

[Congratulations L&S! And thanks, Moms!]

Yeti: [Smoothing her fur after escaping a cuddling Missus] Ugh, I wish she wouldn’t maul me so much.

Boo: Me too.

Yeti: What? You beg them to cuddle you!

Boo: No, I wish they wouldn’t cuddle you so much.

Yeti: I see. You don’t want competition.

Boo: How can it be a competition if you don’t even want to participate?

Yeti: I’m not trying to take your precious attention. I just want to be left alone.

Boo: But you must be doing something to draw them to you.

Yeti: I’m just me. They can’t resist me.

Boo: Well, stop being so irresistible then.

Yeti: I can’t help it. [Grooms and poses coquettishly]

Boo: Stop that!!!

Boo: It looks different outside.

Yeti: Seasons are changing again.

Boo: Which one is this again?

Yeti: Autumn – or Fall. Take your pick.

Boo: I pick Autumn. The other one sounds scary.

Yeti: [Giggling] You don’t fall – the leaves do. And they’re fun to watch and chase and pounce on!

Boo: People must really like this season, if they named it twice.

Yeti: I know ours like it because they run out to the mountains to take photos for Missus to paint. They definitely like it. And I like it.

Boo: You like every season.

Yeti: What’s wrong with that?

Boo: You’re just so…happy with everything. [Sticks her tongue out]

Yeti: [Getting flustered] And what’s wrong with that?!

Boo: Well, things aren’t just nicey-nice perfect all the time.

Yeti: Who said they would be?

Boo: Who said they wouldn’t?

Yeti: I don’t know. Somebody. [Blinks] But we do have it good. Have you seen those poor animals on those save-the-animal ads?

Boo: I used to be one of those.

Yeti: You weren’t as bad off as they were…were you?

Boo: No, not nearly.

Yeti: You’re not happy unless you’re unhappy. That’s too bad. There are people like that.

Boo: I’m not always that way; I just get in these moods….

Yeti: That’s true; you’re not. Maybe it’s seasonal affective disorder.

Boo: Wha-huh?

Yeti: Cloudy-day blues.

Boo: Hmm…you might have something there.

Yeti: Look here outside on the patio. There’s sunshine in the leaves.

Boo: I remember that it doesn’t last very long.

Yeti: I know…but if it were always beautiful, would you appreciate it as much?

Boo: Sure.

Yeti: [Squinting in disbelief]

Boo: Okay, maybe not.

Yeti: Look for the beauty in everything and guess what – you’ll find it.

Boo: That sounds profound, in theory…

Yeti: It works in practice too. Don’t be so bleak, Boo. You think Winter is ugly and boring. I find it fun and fascinating. It’s cool to see something different for a change. You can bounce around in the snow and look at crystal glass etching on the windows and see ice stalactites hanging from the eaves. The branches get frosted and there’s occasional fog softening everything; snowflakes flutter down so gently, and there’s a nice hush and it’s easier to sleep.

Boo: Oh, you got me at “sleep”.

Yeti: You have to get through Fall before we try hibernation.

Boo: I don’t want to fall!

Yeti: Autumn!!!