Sunday, February 24, 2008
Walk gingerly
Kai has so perfected teh art of interference that to walk through my kitchen is to pick my way through a field of live, twisty, furry bodies. Bodies -- plural -- because Kai can be wrapped around my left calf, centimeters from my right toe, and flat on his back belly up ready for the rub -- all at the same time.
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Cat physics. This is how you can see them in one room and they're already in the next room you enter without you catching an intervening glimpse.
Perhaps it's time to write a story about cats and time/space travel.
yesssssss.
i was telling my fren jen just this morning:
two days ago, while doing HeadCount, i checked the apartment THREE TIMES for miz bella. nowhere to be found. i checked a fourth time, this time in physically impossible and mostly improbable places. nuthin. then i go, 'kiss kiss' with my mouth, our signal for "a treat is on the way if you can run to the kitchen fast enough" and sure enough, first kai, then trotter wicket, and finally bella all arrive, safe and sound. (and wouldn't you know it, i had no real treats to give. just pets and kisses and thank-goodnesses).
Well, kisses are treats enough, really. (I know they don't agree.)
What a fright they give us when they vanish like that!
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