|That tabby smack dab in the middle is the culprit!|
Okay, certain felines may not live long in this house. Last night Princess Tabby or Tabby Tigger or whatever the heck her name is, seemed to appear out of nowhere in my window, as in, on my side of the window. She frequently will jump up onto the ledge of the window, outside, and meow or pick at the screen, trying to get me to go to the front door and let her in. But she wasn’t on the outside; she was inside…
I know that many times some of the cats will come into my room and sit in the window sill for a while, usually because they long to go out and I haven’t heeded their demands to go let them out. If they get irritated enough at my lack of obedience, they knock my box fan out of the window, and then I *have* to get up to put it back, so I may as well go let them out. They really are cunning creatures.
So, last night I thought maybe I just hadn’t seen her come in and sit in my window sill. But this morning, as I was carousing around online, the same cat came in my room, scuttled past me to jump up on my window sill, and disappeared! Before I could even think of what happened, Callie, the big fatty we have, jumped up on the window sill, right next to the fan, and she disappeared also!
So I’m sitting here looking at the place where in the space of a few seconds two cats disappeared, thinking How’d they do that?? And suddenly another cat pops up on my window sill, on my side of the window, and jumps down and scurries off to the kitchen!
It was a black cat, I have no idea who, and before you wonder how I can’t know the name of one of our cats, remember we have 13...THIRTEEN of them. The Baker’s Dozen, remember? And out of that ridiculous number, four of them are solid black and I don’t even know the name someone gave one of those. It wouldn’t matter anyway because I can’t tell them apart anymore. So don’t go hatin’ on a crazy cat lady. ;)
I finally got up to examine the window and discovered that one of them ripped the screen out of the frame in one corner…presumably that little she-devil, Princess Tigger Tabby Whatever Her Name Is. She’s the only one who does that pick-pick-pick at the screen when she wants to come in.
And now she doesn’t have to. Grrrr. From the traffic in and out of here just this morning, I can see that news of this new portal in and out of the house has traveled through our “small” feline herd faster than the Amish grapevine.
Now I also know how that big ugly moth got in here. As well as how any other creepy crawlies will have access to our house…my bedroom…the window not two feet from my bed…during the night when I can’t see…
Oh goody goody gumdrops. <sigh>