I think The Boy has the right of it.
Sophie's secret communication was indeed a cry for help... for reinforcement by her internet comrades.
Her domain has been overun by greycoat invaders from the deep south [ Melbourne ]
Oakley has been absolutely no help at all ... being the scaredy-cat pacifist that he is, he's been far too busy sussing out the route for a run to safety via Underground Railroad
MissC was last seen building ramparts out of my wool storage boxes for a last ditch defense of the spare bedroom and has laid in extra supplies of cat nibbles in case it comes to a siege.
in related news, Sophie seems to have disappeared
and at the same time my bed has developed a strange herniation of the quilt
have they gone yet?
sorry Sophie ... the grandkittens are here for two weeks