Cats are good at hiding. Sampson used to hide a lot, when he lived in England. If anyone new came into the house – a friend, a plumber, anyone – he would disappear and we wouldn’t find him for hours. We knew he was in the house, somewhere, but we never could find him until he was ready to be found.
Lola is also good at hiding. S (my husband) has always said that she and her sister Maisi had portals that they would hop through, disappearing to other worlds where they would get up to who knows what trouble. Those portals of course also explained how they would get from the living room, fast asleep, to the bedroom wide-eyed and bushy-tailed with nary a second in between.
(I hasten to add that we do know these portals aren’t real. We’re not that crazy. Probably.)
Recently Lola disappeared. We knew she was in the flat. There’s no way she could have got out. But we looked in all the usual places – under the bookshelf in the living room, in the many cubbies of the many cat trees, under the bed, behind the desk in the bedroom… She was in none of these places.
We checked the less usual places – in the bathroom (perhaps she’d snuck in whilst the door was open) and the pantry (she liked to sit on the box for the pizza stone, given the chance). No sign of her.
Of course we found her eventually. She was under the bookshelf in the living room. The one next to the one we’d checked under, obviously. But… surely we would have noticed if she’d been under there all along. Right?
Must have been portals.
Do your cats travel through portals? Do they mysteriously vanish only to turn up in the unlikeliest of places? Where’s the most unusual place you’ve found your cats hiding?
I’m a writer, blogger, cook, mum to three fur-babies, and wife to a wonderful man. I also work full-time as a child carer. I have a series of blogs all under the main heading of The Joyful Soul. In these blogs I explore my love of creativity in various ways.