May I Have a Cheeseburger?
Chapt. 6
Curious, Indeed
My Dear Weevil,
There is no need whatsoever to apologize. I myself was clearly behaving badly, and fortunately (although inadvertently) applied the same remedy, losing my toy mouse under the refrigerator.
We shall speak of this no more.
I believe the device our humans were communicating on is called a computer. Each human in my household seems to have a similar device and spends an inordinate amount of time playing with it each day. Sometimes I find it necessary to simply sit on the infernal thing in order to obtain a meal!
But I digress. Yes, I too noticed that communication. My young mistress Quinn and the lovely Mistress Annie has been engaged in some sort of project recently, and I believe that new human that visited your household was enlisted to assist. She took rather copious notes during that exchange, and afterwards I noticed that she seemed rather absorbed in "Googling" this new human. There seemed to be a subtle shift in her neurochemical state; I noticed that she began emitting a very faint and curious pheromone into the evening.
I could not identify the olfactory signature; I sometimes regret that we cats lack the heightened sense of smell that some domestic canines are reputed to posess. (Eeeew, as my young mistress is fond of saying.)
As far as I can tell, there seemed to be a very slight similarity to the pheromones I detect from the elder human's nesting chamber whenever I am rudely ejected from the room. I believe you mentioned this behavior yourself with your mated mistress and master.
I theorize that this is somehow part of the human reproductive process. For some unfathomable reason they don't seem to be very good at it; you'd think for all the effort they seem to put into it we'd have more human offspring about.
Oh, well, another mystery.
Your Companion in This Adventure We Call Life,
Fiona Morgendorffer