Cynthia exuberantly bursts into the front door with her suitcase.
|Photo by Rita Petersone – Lazdina of MyMonography Etsy Shop
Bon Voyage, Mademoiselle
Cynthia: Hey Marcy girl! I’m back!
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Marcy and Cynthia perform a Happy Dance that is not unlike chickens sidestepping hot pavement.
Marcy stops suddenly.
Marcy: Wait. I’m mad at you. And, I am not supposed to speak to you for the next five hours.
Cynthia (disappointed): Awww…really?
Marcy: Sorry. Cat Rules 101. One hour for every day you were gone.
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Marcy: In fact, I can’t even LOOK at you.
Marcy stalks off a few feet, turns her back, puffs up like a turkey, and whips her tail back and forth.
Cynthia (hopefully): But don’t you want to see my pictures?
Marcy gives Cynthia a snide sideways look and continues to whip her tail back and forth.
Cynthia: So you’re in this for the duration, I guess. Five hours of the silent treatment. Sigh… I guess I’ll unpack.
|Vintage Girl and Suitcase, source unknown|
Marcy spends the next five hours looking like this:
Marcy: I’m so mad at you.