I suppose word trickled down from the Mothership I'm far away from Persia
and thus have not been on the receiving end of a Bast**d Cat Trick for quite
some time.  Last evening about 6PM I heard long, soulful yowling repeated
over and over.  I walked across to the neighbor's back yard to investigate.
Schwartzy (or however she spells it) was sitting on the back patio looking
at the door to the living room.  Oh my! (thought I) she's still at work and
didn't leave a way for the cats to get back inside!  Schwartzy, who is
*very* shy, stopped yowling but was still meowing softly.  He actually let
me pet him for a moment before ducking from under my hand.

So I walked back to Mom's house, wrote a note to leave for the neighbor and
went back (this time through the front) to let Schwartzy in.  I walked
through the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.  There was Schwartzy
sitting in the living room, calmly washing a paw and looking at me as if to
say, "Oh, hullo!  Didn't I just see you on the back patio?"  I glanced over
to the sitting room off the kitchen and sure enough, the slider was open a
wee bit allowing free ingress and egress as usual!

Back home a few minutes later, I saw Schwartzy and his brother sitting by
the driveway looking at me through the kitchen windows.  They were smiling.

Jill