So I get home last night, and there is no Cleo waiting at the door. Strange, because I always do a "Cat Count" in the morning before leaving for work. This prevents Cleo from exercising "The Cat Door Stasis Theory", that is being locked outside on the balcony, from being locked in the bathroom, from being locked in the laundry room etc. Come to think of it, there was no Tippy boy either.

I hear frantic scratching from down my hallway. I'd know that sound anywhere, Cleo! Cleo and Tippy were locked in the den!

No problem, in the respect that the den has food and water, and a litter box, plus the added feature of two budgies in a cage to watch, and drool over. But how did that door get shut? Bella is our resident door closer, but that's kitchen cupboards and the odd drawer. I can't see her pulling the doorknob shut, a bit out of reach. Cleo pretends to be ignorant of the operation of doors, so that leaves us with...

Tippy.

What was HE thinking, stuck in a room with Cleo. Come to think of it, they get along not too bad. Bella and Velvet are the hissing enemies.

Hmm, something amorous on Tippy's mind? We shall see...

Copyright © Bill Mason
June 19, 2002