Yeti: Missus sure has a lot of old stuff here. Like really old – older than Missus.
Boo: She must like old stuff. So must Mister if he likes Missus.
Yeti: That’s not very polite.
Boo: [Indignantly] I didn’t say it to her.
Yeti: It might hurt her feelings if she knew you spoke so about her.
Boo: Why? She’s in a position of respect…and you’re the only one who’d tell her.
Yeti: Not I. I care about her feelings.
Boo: And about her not knowing we talk.
Yeti: That too. The mlog isn’t proof positive. She hasn’t caught us. Anyway, look at this old newspaper clipping I found:
Yeti: It looks like cats were pretty important back then.
Boo: Back when? Ancient Egypt?
Yeti: It’s not that old.
Boo: How do you know?
Yeti: It’s not inscribed onto a rock or even papyrus – it’s just newsprint. You could do with some education.
Boo: What for? I have no career aspirations.
Yeti: It would just help you make more sense of the world, or even of these ads.
Boo: [Peering curiously over Yeti’s shoulder at the newsprint] These cats are cool.
Yeti: Indeed. There are lots of working cats, too. They certainly valued us.
Boo: I don’t like that leash thing.
Yeti: I do. It’s for our own safety.
Boo: Look, someone circled the word “calico”…and underlined “fluffy white cats”…you don’t think…?
Yeti: What? That it’s about us?
Boo: Great jumping cats! How old are we???
Yeti: I wonder if the newspaper ages in cat years…even exponentially….
