Me: I better check up on how my cat cadet is doing. I’d like to find out what kind of sickness puts a cadet down and out for this long.
Padma: Surprise.... Me: Well this is unexpected. What exactly happened over at Bird’s house? Why did your uniform change? Padma: The usual shenanigans, I suppose. You know Bird, she painted me. Me: Doesn’t she know that we’re at war, here? We’re trying to win the Summer Olympics!
Padma: We don’t seem to mind. I fell in love with a beautiful black calico mix over there. He was so dreamy. Next thing you know, I couldn’t control myself and everything changed. Me: You said he was black, why is he tan??
Padma: You can see that?? *clears throat* He was painted too. Me: Of course he was, you met him at Bird’s, I see.
Junior: I’m going to be a cadet when I grow up! Can I, moma, can I? Padma: You can do anything you put your mind to, sweetheart. Wait, why is he different now? Me: Both his parents were painted, I decided he should be, too. Padma: Idk how I feel about the permanence, though. Me: Sorry, not sorry.
Junior: I’m going to win the Summer Olympics some day! Padma: You sure are, kid. Me: Well it looks like you two are doing well. I’m happy to hear you’re not sick after all, and I expect you to report back to camp once the little lad is weaned.