The Vet!
You could see it written across their frantic feline faces. “Why are you doing this to us?” They were sitting side by side in front of the closed pantry door, watching me, intently scrutinizing my face. Cats do not usually stare you in the eye, but urgency and desperation required the effort. Then they looked at each other. “No food or water since last night and no sign that she is going to open the pantry door this morning. Has she gone berserk, do you think?” was the unspoken question that passed between them. Considering the uncertainty of the situation, Hangar opted for avoidance and ran to hide under the dining room table, presumably to stay until my moment of madness had passed. Trouble, however, with stubborn resolve, always confrontational in the face of adversity, turned to face her present adversary, the closed pantry door. First, Trouble tried to slip…