I am Curtain Cat. When I am behind my curtain, I see all yet none see me. I strike at all who would vex or irritate or bring confusion into my world. Some days, it’s insects. Other days, tiny clowns. Today it is pink socks.
Secrecy is my bread, stealth my butter (and sometimes my chipotle mayo when I want to kick things up a notch). My attack comes like the sudden, silent wind — without word or warning, and then just as quickly, poof! I am gone, leaving behind only a memory, a vague, nagging remembrance. As if I was never there.
I saw nothing, Faye.
An aunt of mine used to have a pair of siamese cats that I swear would “hunt” people in tag-team fashion. One would bring a toy and frolick in front of you, dancing and playing and drawing your attention, while the other snuck up behind the curtains until it could pounce on you from behind. They got me more than once in that fashion. You never saw the 2nd cat coming. Stealthcat. VeliciCATor.
Velociraptor is exactly what I was thinking as I was reading your story . ???
I LOVE how s/he won’t let go! How to reveal your hiding place, cat! And poor little fold has a limp – wonder how THAT happened! Could it have been “Curtain Cat”???
I love the orange kitty’s face… “where did he go?!”
Aww! Kitty looks like half a Kitten still, judging by the length on dem legs. 😀
I don’t know what it is about feet that cats like so much, one feral kitten I had a long time ago would not let us touch her except with our feet. Even after Isis became a cuddle bunny, she kept her love of feet and would happily lick you toes for as long as you could stand it.
Yeeks! My feet are so ticklish, I can’t bear to have anyone tough them. But if I could only touch kitty with my feet, I’d probably do it, even if it tickled.
Do you think this family just has a surveillance cam trained on the curtain, so they can capture great video?