Sophie must have been practicing her teleporting skills. My wife and I and our three furgirls moved into our current residence back in August. The girls weren't crazy about moving, but tolerated it pretty well - I had explained to them that the new place was a lot more amenable to kitty cats.

Cleopatra, though, remained unconvinced.

We moved the kitties with the last load of junk - err, boxes of furnishings - and opened the carriers in the computer room to leave the girls a nice, quiet, uncluttered place to get their bearings. We opened the computer room door a couple of hours later, and they slowly began to explore the house. Around 7:00PM we left for dinner. When we returned home we did a kittie count and came up one short. We panicked! Cleo must have slipped out the door when we left, and was now lost in a strange neighborhood, after dark, with speeding cars and strange dogs! We walked the neighborhood with flashlights, calling out for Cleo. After an hour or so of searching we went home to think about what to do next. As we talked about what box might contain the floppy disks with kitty pictures for posters, Cleo came casually strolling down the hallway.

We had examined every closet, every box, every conceivable hiding place in that end of the house. Or so we thought.

We still don't know where Cleo was hiding for all those hours.

Copyright © Dan Mahoney
February 17, 2003