"Ket, it's a _scream_! I'll take my West before the camera, thank you; or I would, if I hadn't jumped right into the middle of this trick West before I knew what I was doing.

Ket, what do you do to pass away the time?
I don't see how you can have the nerve to live in an empty space like this and purr!" She got up then, looked into the kitchen and saw the paper on the table.
This was new and vaguely promised some sort of break in the deadly monotony which she saw stretching endlessly before her.

Carrying the nameless cat in her arms, Lorraine went in her bare feet across the grimy, bare floor to the table and picked up the note.

It read simply: "Your brekfast is in the oven we wont be back till dark maby.

Don't leave the ranch today.