Wednesday is waiting for you. You are one of her um...judges...
She can’t go anywhere until you show up, so rest easy. She can’t even call you rude names, yet. When she she can, you will understand them all too well!!!
Gotcha. I’ll be generous to the poor mixed-up kitteh. No fun going to the bathroom by oneself, anyway, even if she did shed all over the place ;-).
(Good night! I hope there are no black cats with wild yellow eyes in your dreams, and no Taylor Swift videos.)