How do cats do it? What extra-sensory perception do they possess? This morning I prepared the carry-cage in the basement to take Martha to the vets.

I carried it silently up to the second floor, past this office where Martha had been sleeping, and set the cage silently on the bathroom floor, where there was no place to hide. Then I returned to this office for Martha.

She was gone.

I got a flashlight and looked under the beds. Under one, her face stared balefully out at me. I retrieved her, carried her to the bathroom and tried to install her in the cage. She suddenly developed six extra legs, each of which grabbed the cage door along with her other four. It took at least ten minutes to stuff her in.

At the vets she was as good as gold. She submitted to his poking and prodding and the injections without protest. But when he was finished and I brought the cage to the examining table, the six extra legs sprang out again and history repeated itself.

Cats!

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September 19, 2007