Once again, Dweezil and Squig creep into Maia's office, and hop up on to the desk chair.
Before turning on the computer, Dweezil turns to Squig and says in a very stern tone of voice,"Remember what we decided for you?"
"There will be no airing of dirty laundry. There will be no contradicting Dweezil. There will be no stupid remarks," Squig intoned laying back his ears and looking entirely annoyed.
"Good," Dweezil nodded as he turned on the computer,then the camera, and said, "we're on smile."
Both cats sat up in the chair and smiled.
"Good morning cats and kittens around the world. You have tuned into Uncle Dweezil's mailbag and today we have a very important letter from our little friend, Curious in Cincinnati." Dweezil continued and extending a claw reached under the laptop and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper. Smoothing it down, he took a deep breath and read:
"Dear Uncle Dweezil, where do kittens come from?
"Oh that's an easy one," Squig said happily. "If you're me, you come from a loving home and if you're him, he continued wrapping a paw around Dweezil, "you come from a barn."
"That's not what our little friend wants to know Squigman," Dweezil sighed, shoving off the offending paw "Care to try again."
"OK, OK, let me think. Kittens can come from anyplace," he continued after giving the question some thought. "They can come from loving homes, barns, someplace called a shelter. Sometimes they can even be found outside."
"Squigman," Dweezil shrieked "that is not what our friend wants to know. She wants to know, WHERE DO KITTENS COME FROM."
"Alright, let me put this in simpler terms, since that phrase obviously has too many big words for you. Let's try how are kittens made?"
"How are kittens made," Squig repeated, pondering the question and then as reality dawned, said "oh, that's what she wants to know? Oh my,"
"Exactly, " Dweezil beamed, "where do kittens come from."
TO BE CONTINUED