Marla is at work on a project soon to be revealed in blog post, if only she had time to actually post it. Born of necessity, the luxury of some extra time off work allows her the time to document part of the process in photographs; and she is savouring the experience, proceeding at a leisurely pace and composing her thoughts throughout.
Sounds from upstairs: (Crashing noise, skittering, thumping, barking, general excitement)
Marla drops what she's doing, and heads for the stairway.
Molly: Are?! You?! Coming?!? Coming?! Up?! Stairs?!!!!
Molly: What! HE!! Just! Did! Did! In! THERE!!!!
(Marla tromps slowly upstairs, pauses to sigh at the top, braces herself, steps gingerly into Josephine's bedroom.)
Molly: There! HE! IS! What! HE! Did! LOOK! LOOK! AT! HIM! And! What! He! DID!
Molly: YOU! Bad! Pet! What! You! DID!
Marla: Boo Boo, come out of here. You have no business in here. What did you do? (glances around, raises nose in the air, sniffs a little, detects nothing in the way of unpleasant odours) (mutters to self) I don't see anything either...
Boo Boo: Okay, well then, innocent, guilty, prove it, yadda yadda. (Aside to Molly) Beat it! Scram! Pest!
Molly: He! did! it! Can't! you! see?! LOOK! LOOK!
Boo Boo: Um...I'll just leave. You'll be happy if I just leave, like you said. I'll just leave. (singsong voice) Leaving!
Marla: (casting eyes about room) (muttering) I did hear something...glass...
Boo Boo: Look into my eyes. You heard nothing. You see nothing. I am your sweet kitty cat, and I was just basking in the sunbeam until the stool pigeon came along and you are very busy and want to get back to work...let the kitty stay in the sunbeam...the kitty is nice...and definitely innocent....
Marla: Boo Boo, I don't play that. Wait...what...what the...where is the lid to the fish tank? Where is the...? Oh, thank gawd Missy Fishy is still there. BAD BOO BOO. In this house, pets don't eat other pets. Now GIT!
Boo Boo: Oh. That. Yes. I was leaving! Must you go on? It's not like I'm talking with my mouth full. Sheesh. Visiting. That's right. You can't converse with the fur pig down there, so I was visiting him. And you, busy with the peckity peckity thwack thing and the stuff that is all over where I want to be. Your fault entirely you know.
Marla: Boo Boo - does anyone else ever have to vacuum cat hairs off their lampshades?
Boo Boo: "It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true: but mischief is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness." (George Borrow)
Molly: I! Hate! The! Vacuum!
Boo Boo: See?
(Sounds of Marla vacuuming...and fade.)