And so, the saga continues. As Missus tries to juggle several projects while prepping taxes, she sinks into an abyss of insanity, driving Peekaboo and Yeti the cats into hiding, or at least into melodramatic theatrics.
Histrionics /his-tree-on-iks/ noun, pl. exaggerated emotional conduct displayed in order to draw attention or a response from observers: Enough with the histrionics; your drama will only delay solving the problem. adj -ic
Boo: …I could hide in this box. Watch.
Yeti: But I can see you…like, I could equally hide in this cage –
Boo: Yeah, I can see what you mean.
Yeti: Now you understand.
Boo: This is harder than it looks.
Yeti: Under the bed?
Boo: Impenetrable.
Yeti: How about behind the couch?
Boo: Not roomy enough.
Yeti: Have you tried behind the dryer?
Boo: Yes. It’s very – ah-choo! – it’s very sneezy there.
Yeti: [Throws paws up] I’ve exhausted this list. There’s only a couple places left, and we may get closed in if we’re not careful. [Shows Boo the entries]
Boo: I always like the closets. Sometimes they even catch me in there and let me stay.
Yeti: It is nice and dark. That’s nice for napping. I just don’t want to get shut in.
Boo: She’s too busy with the tax thingies to get that into straightening things up around here right now.
Yeti: I suppose you’re right. We can use either of the two accessible closets. Those are almost never closed anyway.
Boo: And that will give each of us our own space, if we ever want it.
Yeti: Yes, and we’ll have two handy observation bunkers to offer different views.
Boo: Wish the “show” were more fun. I’ll be glad when this is over.
Yeti: I’m sure she would say the same thing…wait….[reviewing Missus’ most recent activities in her mind]
Boo: What?
Yeti: How long have we been trying to figure this out?
Boo: I don’t know…all day nearly. Why?
Yeti: Because it looks like she’s done for the day [points Boo to peek around the corner at an exhausted Missus, who has now sacked out]. Aw, our human pets are so peaceful looking when they’re asleep.
Boo: Now all our hiding research is moot. We can just crawl up on the bed and relax.
Yeti: [facepalming er, facepawing] I guess we always could have, for that matter….
