The Cat Who knew the Cat Who

It is interesting how easily a cat can disappear. Especially a large cat such as Downyflake. He weighs about 18 pounds and tries to squeeze into the smallest spaces he can find. Must be an inner-kitten thing.

Of course, he never succeeds, but does frequently vanish for hours in those spots where he fits. Searching is an act of futility. If he does not want to be found, he will not be.

He does enjoy, as do most cats, a place high above human activities. There he can watch and be ready to pounce, well, okay, Downyflake does not pounce on much of anything. He does sleep and sleep, and. . .well, sleep.

Back when I was collecting Cat Who books, piling them on the top of a bookshelf where they might be safe from cat claws, and hairballs, he decided I had created the perfect cave, closed on three sides with a roof. As you can see, he took advantage and spent many hours thinking about the Cat Who. . . no probably not, but it's fun to consider it.