As I mentioned last week, I’m cat-sitting for Bob and The Old Professor. They dropped Skitz off Friday evening, and after an initial exploration around the house, she twitched her nose and *poof* — she was gone. I haven’t seen her since.
But I know she’s here. I put out food, and it disappears. The unmistakable aroma of … well, you know … is subtle but omnipresent. And every so often I catch a glimmer in the shadows of eyes that blink and then vanish, like the Cheshire Cat.
Like one of those shows on Discovery or Science, I’ve tried to take pictures of her invisible presence. Perhaps you can detect the aura of Skitz in them.
If I get some real pictures of her, I’ll post them.