"Murph, got any left overs from the 4th?" she calls out.
Carefully Cat drops a doughnut pillow onto a chair and gingerly sits down. Murph comes out of the kitchen and does a double take as he catches sight of her red/purple/yellow/green bruises over most of her arms and face.
"What happened to you, hon?"
"Don't ask. In the name of fun, and in the spirit of competition, I was in a horse race. Got a little wild, a lot careless, and the next thing I know, I was meeting the ground up close and too personal. Concussion, broken tail bone, dislocated ribs, bruises...ouch!"
"No wonder you have been out of touch for so long!" Murphy shook his head in sympathy, "Be right back."
Murphy came back with a big slice of black forest chocolate cake, Cat's favorite. "This should make you feel better."
"Mmm...,"she breathed over the first bite, "I'm mending better every second. Thanks Murph. Tell the MARSupials that I am back in my office. I just am not getting around too good yet. I'll pop in now and then though." She took another bite of the cake to help her out of the chair without groaning too much. Moving much slower than her usual self she hobbled out again.