May I have a Cheeseburger?

by metameric1

Have you ever wondered what goes on in the mind of a cat as it sits in what appears to be extended contemplation of the nature of life? Did you think that they were sleeping? Surprise! (NOTE: companion series to SISTERS AND FRIENDS as well as NOTES 1)

7. Chapter 7

May I Have a Cheeseburger?

Chapt. 7

Something Approaches

My Dearest Weevil,

Something is changing. What exactly it is, I cannot say; I feel a shift in my household that I find disconcerting.

My young Mistress Quinn and the Lovely Mistress Annie had been recently preoccupied with some mysterious endeavor, and seemed somewhat disinterested in my attempts to entertain. Now, though, it appears that the Great Task has finally been completed, and I am once again welcomed in Mistress Quinn's lap. Happily, Mistress will again sit for long periods softly grooming me in quiet contemplation.

However, odd things are happening. Recently, more and more of the playchambers that I so enjoyed as a young one have begun to appear in Mistress Quinn's clothing temple, and sadly, they have quickly been filled to their very tops with her bright pretty clothes, leaving only softness to lay upon. She has been sealing the playchambers and removing them from time to time, and new ones appear. I am allowed only the briefest use of them, before they too are filled to capacity. The clothing temple itself has taken on a more somber quality, with colors and lines and textures more like those found in Mistress Helen's nesting place.

Master Jake too has begun to change. He grooms me for longer periods as he quietly watches Mistress Quinn. Now and then he will hold me in his arms and bring me to his face, as I have seen him do so in pictures of him in times past with Mistress Quinn and your Mistress Daria as young ones.

But an even stranger thing has occurred. I hesitate to share this with you, as I fear it may somehow grieve you, but I am asking for your help in helping me to figure out just what is going on.

Very late last night, Master Jake was holding me close, bouncing me gently. Suddenly, I felt wetness upon my head. When I looked up, I saw a great immensity and depth of sadness in his eyes. I was immediately overcome by a sense of helplessness that greatly distressed me.

Mistress Helen, in her grace, gave him solace, but she too seemed to share the weight upon her spirit.

I do not understand.

Fiona Morgendorffer