Can't just sweep an entire life's time of homelife under a carpet. There is a full set of memories, and sentimental value on things, that made a big part of everyone's lives.
There's knowing how far to take matters, when a point of making more harm than good. Why get those claws out when just wanting to gently hold them.
Forget calm before a storm, they just made an entrance like a whirlwind passing through. Basically, what in the hell just happened?
Try to persevere with their loud, outrageous, attention seeking voice. It is their voice will need for the key to get in. No way otherwise.
If not at first to see the burning passion in their eyes. Then follow the trail of smoke leading from that fire. While had thought they never noticed a word to say. Might be interested in knowing it's all they ever talk about, and no other.
In the forest; if only, where household pets can hear things far clearer than most human ears. Not even high tech equipment can pick up a disturbing noise quicker. Pity, these animals could not talk to explain better. Always got their ears pricked for anything worth hearing. Must be their wild instincts.
Acts Ch.24:V.21 " - Except it be for this one voice, that I cried standing among them, Touching the resurrection of the dead I am called in question by you this day."

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