August 22nd, 2024

I'm going to make a statement here that you may disagree with.  And that's ok.  We don't all have to always have the same beliefs or opinions or feelings about things.  Really.  We can be friends and disagree about some stuff.  We can even like each other and believe different things. Honest! It's true!   (or perhaps you disagree with the concept in which case, you probably don't care to be my friends, becoz we disagree about his - see how that works?)

The statement is "  Cats are Magical.

Now I dont' mean that in a Lucky Charms - Magically delicious or Magically delightful sort of way.  Nor do I believe that cats are witches "familiars" or companions. Nope, this is not a black magic, wand waving, spell casting, incantation sort of thing at all.  I mean its more about a cats inherent inscrutability, their mysterious ways,  their inexplicable actions - that sort of thing.  It must be magic for I cannot come up with any other explanation.

For example:  We have two cats.  If you read my blog you already know this.  Brysco and Wyatt, the house panthers.  We got very lucky with these two as they are so very funny and adorable. They almost always prefer to be in whatever room we are currently inhabiting, they cuddle close to us and sweetly request pets, they do not bite or scratch us, they understand and obey the word "no" and they come when called.  Well, they usually come when called.  Every once in awhile it's as if they have either disappeared or we have misplaced them somehow.

Case in point:

Recently, on a day when Tim had been hard at work in his office all day and I had just come home from the museum, I stepped through the door and.......................nothing.  Usually there is at least, AT LEAST, one kitty to welcome me home.  But nope.  No cat.  Odd.  I went in to greet Tim and asked him and he had not seen or heard them in a bit. He had not. They must be sleeping, we concluded.  And while I respect their nap,  I missed my kittyboys and wanted to see them!  All you pet lovers out there understand this, right?  So I went on a hunt.

I can tell you where they weren't:

​They were not in any of the three kittybeds in the house. They were not in the big kitty bed in the family room, not in the grey bed around the corner, nor was there a cat in the hiding place bed in our closet (for when they feel the need to be extra safe):

So I had to think where else they might be.  And once again, I learned where they were not.  They were not snoozing on either the guest bed or our bed:

I was beginning to get a little nervous.  Could they possibly have escaped the house?  Should I be looking outside and calling for them?  I calmed myself down.  That's ridiculous.  No opposable thumbs remember?  They cannot turn door knobs!  They MUST be in the house.  

I redoubled my efforts.  Think, Sam, Think! Where else do they like to catch a few Z's?  They do like snuggling on the various quilts around the house. So I checked those out.  

No kitties.  Ok , clearly I was thinking like a human and what I needed to do was think like a cat.  Where would I be if I was a cat?

Perhaps in one of the cat trees?  

Nada.  Where else can I possibly look?  Well maybe inside one of the playcubes.  They do love those and it has happened before that they were playing in a cube and fell sleep inside.  The tricky part there is black cats in a black cube are pretty much invisible.  So you have to look very closely and/or just reach in and hope to encounter something warm and soft.  I bravely checked those out.

As you can see, no kitties.  Dang!  This was beginning to feel like the Where's Waldo of kitties!

They do have a couple of unusual sleeping spots. Every once in awhile on a very hot day they make their way to the bathrooms.  Brysco prefers the sink in our bathroom

Wyatt on the other hand, can occasionally be found in the guest bath shower:  But as you can plainly see, no kitties in either location.  Ratz!

I could feel the panic creeping up again.  Wait a minute.  Remember that old adage about hiding in plain sight?  Could it be as simple as, they are right in front of me and I just am not seeing them?  I checked windows.  Kitties do love windows.

Zippity Do Dah, kitty-wise.   Ok they aren't right in front of me, so maybe I should look in less likely spots?  I checked under beds, behind chairs, under coffee tables and moved on to other things like, the top of the fridge

All locations were catless.  Where on earth could they possibly be?  This is a small house.  There are just so many possibilities.  Where are they?  

I said to Tim, " Rumor has it that we own a couple of cats but I see no evidence to support that" .  He chuckled and assured me that they must be around here somewhere and went back to work.  Dang!  I couldn't think of anywhere else to look and I was about to start at the top of my list and begin searching all over again when, suddenly, there they were. As if they had been there the entire time.  Watching me.

I rushed to cuddle them. "Where were you guys? I've been so worried about you" I gushed.  They slow blinked at me, purred mysteriously and meowed for their dinner.  As I fed them I concluded that one of three things must be true, 

Either :

1:  Cats truly are magical creatures

2:  There is a portal somewhere in this house to another parallel dimension that they are able to step in and out of at will

3:  Cats are aliens and who knows what sort of powers and alien might have

I'm not  sure which is true, but it's gotta be one of those three.   I think it's the first one.  Cats be Magical.