CatDate 29112018

Day Thirty-Two

Excuse me for asking, but if there are any virile gentleman cats within the sound of my voice, my sister and I would appreciate it if you could arrive at our location in the soonest possible time.

I don’t know what has come over me! This morning, I surprised myself with a throaty yowl, so very unlike the ladylike meep that is my normal voice. And I found myself presenting my nether quarters to whomever touched me or even glanced my way. This came as rather a shock to the natives as well. I know we have been awaiting a procedure that would keep us from being distracted by our hormones, but as in much of this sector, it now has to be delayed for our safety and health, despite what it will do to our sanity in the meanwhile. Hence, our plea for gentlemanly company. Please ignore my sister’s less genteel outbursts (“Par-tay!”). She is younger by me than over an hour, and never seems to gain in dignity in her manner.

As a result, the natives shepherded us, most unwillingly, toward the transport chamber. Marmalade had no intention of going quietly, and carried on as if she was under attack. I can only put down her behavior to an excess of new biological imperatives. I myself entered the transport chamber under my own power, and settled to await whatever attentions the natives had for us.

The native in the long white coat, unfamiliar to me but with the same gentle voice as the soft-handed nearly-hairless one, turned us over. We behaved ourselves with her, taking in the new location with some interest. She subjected us to some distracting and uncomfortable examinations, but considering the probing and skin punctures of previous encounters with hairless ones in white coats, it wasn’t too bad. It would seem that soft-handed natives are common in this location. I believe that Marmalade and I have landed on our feet. On the other paw, we almost always do. We are cats, after all.

Athena was of little comfort on our return. She was taken aback at our behavior. I think she has forgotten her own early experiences. She would not speak further, so I dread what might come in the weeks ahead.

In the meanwhile, gentleman cats, would you be so kind as to follow the beacon to our location? You will find us most eager for your company.

Respectfully yours,

Minx “Exploration” Fawcett-Nye