It's 3 a.m. I have been awakened by my bladder. I get up and take care of it
and come back to bed. Gradually I become aware that there's something in bed
that shouldn't be there--a shape in the wrong place. I feel around on top of
the covers--there's a wet nose, and fur, and a slight vibration. All
right--which one of the cats has gotten into the bedroom? I feel a little
further along--very silky fur; a tail comes up and flips forward over the
back--IT'S TIGGER! How did he get in here? Well, he has to go. Period. I
pick him up, open the bedroom door, and gently deposit him on the floor.
Bubbles comes up to see what's going on. I close the door (making sure that
no feline has re-entered the room), go back to bed, and go back to sleep.
The next morning, there's the tell-tale evidence that Tigger has been in the
room: a cabinet door is open in the bathroom. (Tigger likes to hide in
cabinets--sometimes the doors close after he gets in, and we have to hunt
for him; but we know his hiding places.)

Earlier that evening Bubbles (a friendly but feisty calico) dashed into the
room, only to be removed fairly quickly. Not an unusual event at all for
her! But Tigger must have been sneaky. He is dark, after all, with a white
underside, and I have stepped on him more than once without realizing that
he was there. He must have been hiding in the shadows in the hallway outside
the bedroom, so that he could run in when the door was open and quickly
hide. Not typical of him, but he often has displayed surprising
intelligence.

At least he had the decency, when he got on the bed, to park quietly and not
disturb his slaves.... I've asked him how he did it, but he's not
saying--except for "Ngow! Ngow!"

David