Unmissed, unmourned, whatever. Katchoo could hardly be bothered to care about semantics of all times. She certainly wouldn't miss them.

As evidenced by her hand sliding along the back of Francine's thigh when she turned her head to nip at an earlobe -- no, no gross dribbling brains here -- and murmur, "I know." Which was not, for the record, her quoting .