Hi All,

    Some may remember that I've referred to my beloved Misty (RB).
She was a black, brown, and gray striped tabby, just the coloring to
hide in a home with the lights out and only the ambient light from
streetlights to light our living room.  

    I'm a midnight snacker and when I would make the trip from
bedroom to the kitchen, I'd hear kitty footsteps in the dark.  The
thing was, that I have pretty good eyes and can catch the movement of
a cat from behind the couch to under a chair or from behind the
wastebasket by the computer desk to behind the long drapes that hung
in the living room.

    In other words, I had her number and it was one of the few things
that didn't go exactly the way she wanted.  Of course, just finding
the cat stops being fun rather quickly and so I would pretend that I
couldn't see her.  If I knew she was behind the drapes, I would call
out for her and pantomime looking for her by the couch.  Then I'd hear
the footsteps and see a gray shadow run from the drapes to under the
desk.  I'd call out for her by the desk but of course she remained
silent.  Then I'd look by the chair and hear the footsteps and see the
shadow as she ran from the desk to behind the couch.

    One of her favorite ways to torment Lynda and me was to hide and
she was really good at it, but that silly cat never would believe that
I could really see her when eventually I went straight to her hiding
spot and skootched her.  She just wouldn't believe that I found her by
anything other than pure dumb luck.  Of course 'winning' wasn't the
point of the game.

Regards and Purrs,
O J