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Ella wants to see the cat

Ella and Cathy are on the floor, looking under Ren's bed while Ren stands in the foreground and watches,

"I see him!" Ella exclaims. "Here kitty kitty! Foomie!"

Cathy makes the pstpstpst noise.

"Sorry, Ella," says Ren. "He IS a barn cat. Not very sociable."

They leave Ren's bedroom, with Ella saying, "I can come back another time."

"I'll let you know when he starts acting friendly," Ren offers.

"Cool, thanks," Ella sighs as Cathy looks on, trying to follow the conversation. "Head to my place now?"

They get ready to go to Ella's house, which is their typical hangout spot because she lives on the ground floor and Jon can't easily do the stairs to Ren, Cathy, and Maurice's attic apartment. "Coming?" they ask Maurice, who is sitting on the futon spread out to function as his and Cathy's bed.

"I have to learn this song," Maurice replies, but Ella encourages him to drop by later.

Finally alone, Maurice starts strumming on his solid body Yamaha, which needs an amp, but if you don't have an amp, it still makes notes - just very, very quietly. He doesn't notice little cat ears pop up behind him.

The line of tiny notes turns into one crumpled note as Foomie pounces on the strings. Maurice frowns and mutters, "Really?!"

***

Based on about a hundred true stories. Typhoon has never pounced on my ukulele while I was playing it, but it's only a matter of time, I'm sure. She's pounced on a large number of other things I was using while I was using them.
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The cat hides under Rens bed while Ren taps into the universe to have some higher consciousness thoughts

Ren sits on his bed, talking to the cat. "Am I doing this right, Foomie? I have to save everyone or else I won't be a good surgeon. The consequences will be dire. The tearing of the fabric of the universe. Animals sense things humans can't, right? Can you sense tis? Why do you fight me?"

He leans over the side of the bed to look at Foomie, who is wedged deep underneath, amongst the clutter and boxes.

It's not a word for word transcription because I can't see the image while I'm typing, and the typos are from not being able to see the screen well in general.

I'm kind of fast-forwarding the cat's post-surgical care. Some cats don't need a lot of care! Cones of shame weren't as ubiquitous back then. Often you let the animal go around without accessories unless it actively started picking at its wounds. I still take that approach after spay/neuter with my foster cats. Or when Melody got surgery on the tumor on her neck. In Melody's case, I ended up wrapping a strip of cloth around her neck like a scarf, because she couldn't tolerate the cone, and Typhoon played rough and was more of a danger to her wound than Mel was herself.



My old cat looking up plaintively with a tiny scarf wrapped around her neck

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