Have a spooky day!
Dinah: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, it wasn't my fault, I was scared! I used the litterbox, and then, oh, um, there was this thing! It was like it was following me, and it felt icky and scary and I didn't know what to do! I didn't know it was this, um, piece of poo that didn't come all the way out. I didn't know! I thought it was something biting me! And I didn't know what to do, and that's why I ran and ran and ran up and down the stairs, and it wasn't my fault!
Pye: It was too your fault! Running and running all over the house like something possessed! You were acting like an idiot! I had to stop you!
Dinah: Well, you didn't have to try to kill me!
Pye: I admit, I got a little carried away. But Bob didn't have to hit me!
Dinah: I'm sure he thought you were going to eat me! And I did, too. I did!
Pye: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I wasn't going to eat you. Moron. You were practically foaming at the mouth! I was just going to teach you a lesson--not to run around like that. You were annoying me!
Dinah: Well, thank you for not eating me, even if Bob did have to smack you to make you stop biting on me. Maybe you could help me next time instead of attacking me? I'll try to be less annoying. Friends?
Pye: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
When I got home, Pyewacket was in exile in the bathroom, and Dinah was stalking around, growling. When Bob opened the bathroom door to peek in at Pye, she hissed at him--the first time, he said, that she had ever done that.
He said they were acting like maniacs, running around the house, they ran over the stove, they ran over my server in the dining room and knocked stuff off, he said he was convinced that if he hadn't smacked her, Pye would probably have killed Dinah--she had her pinned in the dining room. He said he was glad that I wasn't there, that I would have freaked out, and I'm sure I would have. I don't know what I would have done--I don't think I would have tried to separate them, hopefully I would have had enough presence of mind to grab a glass of water and throw it on them, but maybe that would have taken too long.
Anyway, after awhile we stuck Dinah in the basement and let Pye out of the bathroom, and after I'd sat with Dinah awhile and Bob had calmed Pyewacket down, we let them back upstairs together, and everything seemed fine. I guess it was just a freak thing, but so weird after the Sunday afternoon snuggling together in my chair. Sort of like the whole serial killer, "He always seemed like such a nice young man" thing.
