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This is weird. He came in and now he isn't here.
gibber I'm not scared :-D My three can do this - I call it "gone into stealth mode" Waffles, who is completely black, also does a great camoflage cat mode when she curls up on her favourite seat in the office - which happens to be black ;-) Cheers, helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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It's hard to hide four cats in a two bedroom apartment, though the
clutter in our spare room gives Tyche a few opportunities. Most of ours just aren't hiders. They're happy to sprawl in plain sight, and we usually know where all four are. Kumani and Tyche have occasionally shut themselves in closets, and Tyche is infamous for closing the bathroom door on herself--and Smokey. For some reason whenever she does it, Smokey's in there with her. Smokey's way too dumb to attempt to open or shut a door himself. Nocturne has "offices" under the bed and the desk, where she goes to escape the cooties spread by stupid humans, immature kittens, and foul, unspeakably vile, ferals named Smokey. Tyche likes to hide under the rocking chair, but there's always a tail or a paw sticking out. --Fil |
It's hard to hide four cats in a two bedroom apartment, though the
clutter in our spare room gives Tyche a few opportunities. Most of ours just aren't hiders. They're happy to sprawl in plain sight, and we usually know where all four are. Kumani and Tyche have occasionally shut themselves in closets, and Tyche is infamous for closing the bathroom door on herself--and Smokey. For some reason whenever she does it, Smokey's in there with her. Smokey's way too dumb to attempt to open or shut a door himself. Nocturne has "offices" under the bed and the desk, where she goes to escape the cooties spread by stupid humans, immature kittens, and foul, unspeakably vile, ferals named Smokey. Tyche likes to hide under the rocking chair, but there's always a tail or a paw sticking out. --Fil |
On Mon, 4 Oct 2004 02:23:26 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote: The weather isn't nice today, it's been raining almost all day but Boyfriend decided he'd like to go in and out, anyway. I just let him in, hopefully for the night, shut the door behind him, he examined his food dishes, neither dry not wet suited and he went into the lounge. That's when he totally disappeared. He can't get upstairs, the door is shut. He isn't here on any of the chairs or settee. I called him, he didn't appear. I think he must have teleported himself to see Tortie. Nan, if you notice a handsome tabby and white boy around your place, it's him. Tell him to come back immediately. This is weird. He came in and now he isn't here. gibber I'm not scared Tweed Tweed, I haven't seen him today, but I haven't seen Tortie either. Do you suppose they are together? -- Nan and the furkids A wise man talks because he has something to say; a fool talks because he has to say something. |
On Mon, 4 Oct 2004 02:23:26 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote: The weather isn't nice today, it's been raining almost all day but Boyfriend decided he'd like to go in and out, anyway. I just let him in, hopefully for the night, shut the door behind him, he examined his food dishes, neither dry not wet suited and he went into the lounge. That's when he totally disappeared. He can't get upstairs, the door is shut. He isn't here on any of the chairs or settee. I called him, he didn't appear. I think he must have teleported himself to see Tortie. Nan, if you notice a handsome tabby and white boy around your place, it's him. Tell him to come back immediately. This is weird. He came in and now he isn't here. gibber I'm not scared Tweed Tweed, I haven't seen him today, but I haven't seen Tortie either. Do you suppose they are together? -- Nan and the furkids A wise man talks because he has something to say; a fool talks because he has to say something. |
"Nan" wrote in message ... On Mon, 4 Oct 2004 02:23:26 +0100, "Christina Websell" wrote: {...}and he went into the lounge. That's when he totally disappeared. He can't get upstairs, the door is shut. He isn't here on any of the chairs or settee. I called him, he didn't appear. I think he must have teleported himself to see Tortie. Nan, if you notice a handsome tabby and white boy around your place, it's him. Tell him to come back immediately. This is weird. He came in and now he isn't here. gibber I'm not scared Tweed Tweed, I haven't seen him today, but I haven't seen Tortie either. Do you suppose they are together? Hmm, maybe, although when I got up this morning he was meatloafing on the couch with a smirk on his face, refusing to say where he'd been :-) Has Tortie come back? Tweed |
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