Beneath the stains of time the felines disappear

[faustus]

I spent most of yesterday in bed - sometimes with the girls, sometimes not - but when I came to feed them this morning, only Tilda came. There was a meowing from somewhere and it appeared to be outside. Looking outside I could see a tortoiseshell. Marlowe? She wouldn't jump through the window I opened, so I went to find clothes and keys. No sign.

When I come back indoors - there she is.


The only thing I can think is that she got through the letter box.

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[drasecretcampus.livejournal.com]

Jaunting.

Call me Pixel.

Otherwise she has snuck by a thin opening of a door opened for a second then returned inside when my back was turned - or she refused to come for breakfast when a similar looking neighbour cried against the backdoor.

Or slid in the gap to the cat flap without disturbing the veg trolley.