So this is the conversation I’ve had with the cat all morning. She hangs out by the back door meowing and meowing until I let her out. Then she walks onto the back porch, yowling:

“The dogs have been kidnapped!! Call the police!” she laments to me.

“They’re at Dad’s house. They’re coming home this afternoon,” I reply.

“The dogs are gone! Oh, where are our poor dogs? Have you noticed the dogs are missing?”

“They’re at Dad’s house. They’re coming home this afternoon.”

“Look! Look! I call for them and NOTHING! The dogs are missing!” she continues to scream vainly into the neighborhood.

“They’re coming home this afternoon!!” I’m frustrated by this point and go in. She eventually comes in again after bemoaning our terrible misfortune to the universe some more and calling vainly for the dogs. I shut the back door behind her, then repeat the cycle over and over and over and over and over…. I can’t wait til the dogs get home and she quits meowing!! She’s very persistent. Or to quote Matt’s last comment to Raven: “Oh for f***’s sake, Raven!! It was cute to begin with but now it’s annoying.”