Something's fishy 'round here

The day is nearing its end and we can't help but notice that with the steady disappearance of Our Sharon's belongings - something is up. This obvious change is further compounded by the sudden arrival of a woman called Carol. She lurks about the kitchen muttering to herself and concocts food items for eating. We hide from her in The Safe Place (under Our Sharon's bed) and fear we might have to get used to her. At least she feeds us regularly and is making feeble attempts to play our cat games. We don't mean to complain, but sometimes she whistles to us like we're dogs. Whatever. Sharon, we miss you!!!