Well, Kitties, it was a close call, but my Beddies are Back! And just in the nick of time, too.
And what did I do to celebrate their return? Need you even ask?
Apparently the Human decided that my beddies needed to be vacuumed, de-furred (but why? They smelled good! They smelled like me!) and then thrown willy-nilly into the Big Washer at the Laundromat. Yes, they're back all right, but none of them smell right anymore. They smell like perfume or flowers or some other dumb stink the Humans think is pleasant.
You know, I kind of wish she'd go back to work already. Then she would not have time to do all this stupid stuff.
Thanks, Everykitty, for your advice and consolation during this traumatic time! (Skeeter was a detective? How cool is that!?)