Anyone who is familiar with this blog could hardly miss my affinity for Calvin. He is so cute and adorable – who could help but love Calvin? Err – not including Susie and Rosalyn – and perhaps his parents too on most days 😉 But this post isn’t about Calvin but about a close relative of Hobbes who invaded my house the other day. Yes, believe it or not!

There I was busy plotting and planning the shenanigans of kiddie gang when I heard some suspicious noises. Convinced, it was a conspiracy to keep me from unleashing my ramblings on to the unsuspecting public, I determinedly ignored them. I had a deadline to meet and by Toutatis, nothing was going to distract me.

But then that is easier said than done isn’t it.I caught an unfamiliar flash of brown from the corner of my eye. Freezing, I glanced up.

A stripped brown cat (exactly like Hobbes), with its tail right up in the air, was taking a leisurely stroll through the bedroom. I snapped to attention. She didn’t even deign to quicken her pace or spare me a glance. With a haughty air, she simply continued on her inspection and the next instant she disappeared – a bit of her leer did linger 😀

I threw open the windows and doors, went down on my hands and knees but to no avail. I even called in the troops but she had quite simply vanished into thin air.

Convinced she had escaped, I tried to go back to my chores but doubts nagged me – what if she was still around, trapped, hungry thirsty?

Once again, I went down on my hands and knees, hoping, pleading praying for a glimpse of brown. But no luck – I dusted my hands. There was no doubt about it. I was alone in the house. Or was I?

A prickle of unease ran down my spine. Were the rumors true? Was our house really haunted? I had once laughed heartily and scoffed at the ghostly rumors – but I certainly wasn’t laughing any longer. Did I really see a cat or was it a ghost-cat?

Restless and antsy, every few minutes, I would get up to check the rooms for any signs of the cat or ghost till I was quite exhausted and frazzled. We had to go out in the evening; it was late by the time we returned and I had completely forgotten about the feline visitation. Famished, I lay the table and pulled at my chair.

I frowned – it seemed to resist my pull. Was it heavier than usual or was my imagination working overtime? I glanced down. Peeping out from under the tablecloth was a distinct brown stick. I felt like a bear – albeit a mama bear. Goldilocks had chosen my chair from 6 other chairs!

Instant evacuation was ordered and implemented – doors and windows barred – except one which was left open for Goldilocks. Poor kitty was frozen stiff with fear; she had to be roused from her catatonic state with shouts and gentle pokes and prods to her seat. After an initial natural reluctance to discard her safe house, better sense prevailed – two nimble leaps and she was gone.

Not quite sure who was more relieved – us as we finally got on with our dinner or Goldilocks as she broke her fast on an unwary rat or two. Phew, that was quite an adventure wasn’t it? Well, all’s well that ends well.

Got time to spare for Chapter 36 and Calvin? Before I forget, here’s the Blog Index.

And the thought (actually 2 thoughts) for the day?

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. Robert A. Heinlein
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this. Terry Pratchett

Until next time.

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2 thoughts on “Cat-a-log”

  1. I loved your encounter with the cat and your inference to Alice’s grinning Cheshire cat. Yes, cats do as they please and you should feel honoured that a cat chose you and your home to visit. If you had let her she would have adopted you.

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