In which she is perplexed

[zeborah]

Boots: Woe is me!
Zeborah: Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm feeding you.
Boots: (not touching the food) Woe is me!
Zeborah: ...Okay, um, I'll give you a good scritch. There, is that better?
Boots: (wandering off to look out the catflap) Woe is me!
Zeborah: I can't make it stop raining for you!
Boots: (pacing the house) Woe is me! Woe is me!