“Bucks,
it’s not that bad,” I tell him. “Look, there’s even carpet in this room, and
they have left this scratching thing for us. It’s better to be happy.”
“Right. I’m
so damn happy after spending 3 hours
in a locked bedroom for Halloween—what fun. We’ve been living in an ongoing catastrophe since June, and you don’t seem to
know it, Amber.”
“MeeYow. You always see the dark side,
Bucks. Go have some nip.”
“I’m out of
catnip and the servants are ignoring me. I want things back the way they were.”
I want out of here . . . that’s what I really want. Of course I can’t tell
her.
“This too
shall pass, Bucks.”
“Right . . . my furry philosopher.
Replaced with something worse," I say. "That’s what will happen. Things keep getting
worse.”
“The servants
are just busy and confused,” I tell him. Bucks seems so depressed. I don’t know
what to do, and worry he might . . . I don’t know . . . do something catastrophic.
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