Once the cats have her attention they turn away, knowing she'll come.
Fiona enters the kitchen to find the darker cat in human form, the other curled in her lap, leaning into a stroking hand.
“We do not...” “...understand,” they say, two voices seeming to speak from one mouth. “Everything is...” “...removed...” “...out of place...” “...upside down...” “...reversed.”
“I know,” Fiona replies, “It's very confusing.”
“Before...” “...you were...” “...on the comfy...” “Now you bring...” “...bad lady...” “...not lady.” “Beware the...” “...bad lady...” “...not lady!”
