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Boo: Um…what tornado tore through the house? It, uh, looks like it kind of smacked Missus in the face too.

Yeti: [Grimacing] Don’t tell me you have forgotten…. It’s tax season.

Boo: [Ducking] oNOOOOnonononono – I remember this – hide me!!! “Be afraid; be very-”

Yeti: Oh, you’re fine as long as you stay out of the papers and don’t scatter the stacks in your daily hubba hubba whoop whoops.

Boo: My what?

Yeti: Your blurry-furry-scurry hyper-pinball bounce-a-thons.

Boo: Do not talk to me like you don’t have those too.

Yeti: I do indeed. However, I do not charge into random objects in the process like you.

Boo: But now the stacks are everywhere!

Yeti: Don’t exaggerate. There’s a winding pathway cleared here and there – okay…it is a bit out of hand. But it’s temporary.

Boo: It’s eternal!

Yeti: It only seems that way.

Boo: That’s because time stops and you don’t notice it.

Yeti: If time stopped, she wouldn’t stress out over the deadline.

Boo: The line is dead?!? Wait – what line?

Yeti: What? No – the due date, for taxes. She has to send a fee to some place with letters…

Boo: The post office?

Yeti: Well, I guess they’re a step in it too. I mean the…oh, what is it? IRA? No…

Boo: The ER?

Yeti: If she keeps up the way she’s going, maybe…no…IRF or IRS or something…phooey, I don’t remember what it stands for – you know: the tax people.

Boo: The TP?

Yeti: [Scowls] Somehow I think that stands for something else…

Boo: So…tax people…tax people?

Yeti: Yes, they do.

Boo: How did you understand me? I didn’t even understand it.

Yeti: Who really understands taxes? I don’t think most people do.

Boo: Then why do they do it?

Yeti: I don’t know the why, but it seems they have to, like going to the vet to get unpleasant things extracted or probed.

Boo: I think I overheard someone say something about feeling probed in this process.

Yeti: [Wincing] No wonder they’re in such a foul mood. Just stay out of the way till it’s over. You can’t help anyway.

Boo: Maybe I can remind her to take a nap.

Yeti: Yes…good luck with that.

Yeti: [Returning to the closet from a foray into tax prep zone] I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Boo: [Yawning] You mean from the door of the closet?

Yeti: The stacks are disappearing out there. She’s boxing some up for storage again. She must be almost done with taxes.

Boo: Howl-le-loo-yeah!

Yeti: Can you believe she actually pays someone else to do even more tax stuff for her? What could possibly be left?

Boo: I don’t want to think about it.

Yeti: At least she can concentrate on her other projects now. She said she felt like she’s drowning and if she were smarter it wouldn’t take so long, but she’s saving money doing the parts she does. I’m starting to really feel sorry for humans. They have so many rules, and their lives are so full of toil, and they do all that with maybe half of the sleep we get.

Boo: They’re pretty amazing. Maybe they’re magic too.

Yeti: You would think that they would channel any magic into less work and more sleep.

Boo: Maybe they like working.

Yeti: And hate sleeping?

Boo: Oh, no, they both really want more sleep and are not happy to drag themselves out of bed. They complain about it a lot.

Yeti: True.

Boo: I think we’re not setting a strong enough example. We’re too passive.

Yeti: How do you propose to model sleeping aggressively?

Boo: Remember that phase I went through of sleeping on Missus’ head?

Yeti: Yes. She kept throwing you off because you tried to chew on her hair. Yeah, don’t do that. Hmm.

Boo: I could just sleep on any part of her randomly – but…I already do that to both of them. I can go back to laying on what they’re working on.

Yeti: I don’t recommend that in tax season.

Boo: Well I don’t know what to say. We’ve about become invisible. Even in our normal places we’re not noticed, and even more so in here.

Yeti: That’s it! We’ll sleep out there, in unusual places! They’ll have to notice.

Boo: I’ve always wanted to sleep in the kitchen sink.

Yeti: You know you’ll get in trouble for that. Get more creative.

Boo: Yeesh…someplace unusual, but won’t get me in trouble…um, riiiiight….

Yeti: [Shaking her head] I’m starting to realize how many places we actually sleep.

Boo: But not together.

Yeti: That would get their attention. Ooh, I can imagine them whipping out the camera now. “Pose for the loving family portrait”…such nauseating sentimentality. Posing together would work…but oh, gag.

Boo: [Winces] Maybe you should eat some cat grass to settle your stomach first.

Yeti: Worry not; I was speaking figuratively – um, no offense.

Boo: None taken (ahem) – that is, none that isn’t earned…so let’s bury the hatchet and celebrate – it’s almost over.

Yeti: [Yawns] Can we celebrate with another nap?

Boo: I don’t see why not. How about here?

Yeti: Anywhere; whatever. [Flop!]

[Scene: a dark closet corner, just after taxes have been mailed. Peekaboo’s eyes glow in the gloom as Yeti spots her.]

Yeti: It’s safe to come out now.

Boo: It’s over. We made it. They made it. I thought we’d be counting the bodies by now.

Yeti: It wasn’t that bad.

Boo: Oh, the horror!

Yeti: I think you may have PTSD.

Boo: Letters! Not more letters! IRS! PTSD! OMG!

Yeti: There, there…you’re traumatized…just keep reminding yourself it’s over – and you made it just fine. And you didn’t even do anything – Missus did it – and she’s fine too.

Boo: [Twitching] The paper stacks…some of them are still…out there.

Yeti: Don’t let them cause you to cower in here. Reclaim your life. Face your fear. They can’t do anything to you now.

Boo: Not for another year…but then it starts again.

Yeti: Well, actually, there are sales taxes too, in December….

Boo: [Glares at Yeti] Oh, not helping!

Yeti: At least she doesn’t do much business….

Boo: Oh great…now it’s bad both ways. I’ll have night terrors about running out of noms!

Yeti: Now, now, you know they’ll never let us starve. You’re just tired from all this stress. Remember the lesson you taught Missus about napping? She’s sleeping right now. Go join her.

Boo: Yes…that’s a good idea. A nap. [Hops on the bed, delicately navigating a few lingering document copies and folders to reach Missus]

Yeti: [Whispering encouragingly] Very good…you’re doing great.

Missus: Mmrmff…[feels Peekaboo’s fur brush her hand, instinctively embraces her] Zzz.

Boo: [Cuddles] Purrrrrrrrrr….

Yeti: [Tiptoes out] Now, we can get back to…um, abnormal.