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Dratted Feline.

Pissed off.

That's how you'd describe me, Sis, Marx, and eris_raven.

Cat piss on their laundry.
Cat shut in bathroom (litterbox, food, water, pillow) awaiting decatting.
Loud cat.

She's going to, with all good timing and good luck, be decatted Friday. Then maybe she'll stop with the hormonal skeeviness.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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