Hairy The Houdini

I had trouble sleeping last night and kept waking about every hour so I decided to just stay up and do some work from the computer. I saw Hairy on the monitor sitting by the front door so I decided to let her come in, which she of course was eager to do. After a quick snack in the kitchen she curled up on my jeans on the floor and used my shoes for a pillow, as she often does. She laid like that for hours, occasionally looking up as I would go to the kitchen.

But when I took a bathroom break there was Hairy at the door as I exited and she was wanting to go in and have a look around. After a few mews, which are sort of faint meows, and a sad look of disappointment she realized I wasn't going to oblige her so she curled up by the door as if to take a nap. But by the time I had sat back down at my computer she was gone. Vanished! I really need to put a bell on her so I know when she's on the move.

Well I wasn't terribly worried. All the same I looked not only in all her usual spots but in every possible spot and still no Hairy. So I gave up and when back to my work. But come the next kitchen break there followed Hairy looking up at me, then up at the cabinet with the canned food, and then came another faint mew to tell me "feed the kitty." Well I was making something for myself so it seemed only fair. She won't over eat so I opened a can and gave her first shot. Later I brought the leftovers out to Blackie & Brownie who were equally grateful.

After a while I decided to watch something I had recorded on my Tivo. I love having shows available when I have time to watch and not when they happen to air. So I thought Hairy would just sit in my lap and purr as she nodded off to another nap. Not this time. First she sat with front paws on my chest, slobbering, and for some reason restless. She never did get still. Then she just started climbing up, apparently to escape me, get to the top of the recliner, and probably off to that secret hiding spot I suppose. Either way something seemed to be on her mind.

By that time I was finally getting sleepy and decided it was time for Hairy to go so I could go back to bed. She really didn't want to go. She just kept purring and resisting my efforts to rise from the chair. And as I finally made my way to the door she just looked up with one of those sad looks and gave me a mew as if to say she really didn't want to go. But she had to go because while Hairy might think she's ready for the house life the house is not ready for Hairy. Still too many things kitty could get into that could cause her harm and also no good spot for a liter box off hand.

Lately the other kitties seem to be a bit jealous of Hairy's visits. Brownie has even taken a swipe or two at her over it, but Brownie is most definitely not a house kitty anyway. He's too much of a free spirit, to put it mildly. But Blackie just looks on, as if with a longing for look. But neither he or Brownie really like me to pick them up very often so they might not be so willing to call it a night when it was time to go. But who knows. Their day for a house visit may yet come.

Harry Houdini