Nefarious Goings On

• Nikita has spent considerable amounts of time at Cat Council Meetings over the past 48 hours.  I have discovered that one of the portals is under the chair in the living room.  Sometimes she curls up and I can see a suspicious lump under the afghan that covers it:

   

  

   

  On many recent occasions, however, that bulge is a clever ploy -- much like people putting pillows under bed covers to fool people into thinking they're asleep.  Nikita has used this strategy with great success.  I can only assume that she is very busy with The Master Plan.  My friend Ruth has been providing much needed intelligence:

   

  Ruth:  My cats were uncharacteristically animated a few minutes ago. Racing around, up an down stairs, attacking paper, toys, each other. They seem to be VERY excited by Nikita's latest plan.

  
  
• Me:  Uh oh! So her whole "I am being a little angel, sleeping here on the futon" thing is merely a ruse? Dang! I fall for that one every time.

  
  
• Me: what are your guys doing now? Nikita just rushed out of here like an EMT responding to a 9-1-1 call.

   

  Ruth:  I told you....there is excitement. I just went upstairs and all is quiet. I saw Murry asleep under a table on a piece of paper. Didn't see Ollie. Whatever Nikita has planned must be especially exciting and dastardly. They are resting in anticipation of the attack.
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• Me:  Still no sign of Nikita. Can't you just picture her in a room with maps, and plans, directing other cats on what they should do?

  
  
• Me:  She's back. Appears a bit tense and a tad worried. Approached the apothecary chest and then backed off. I think cats are mobilizing and/or on-call worldwide.

   

  Ruth:  Do you think Nikita has knowledge regarding Dec 21? Perhaps instead of the end of the world it is the date for the (black) cat uprising.
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• Ruth:  Can so picture her with maps and plans.

  
  
• Me:  I am sure she has knowledge...But knowing her devious little mind, I imagine that the entire Dec 21 scare is merely a diversionary tactic. It's probably best to be prepared for an attack after that hysteria is over. She is in Time Out again, no doubt in contact with her inner circle. She's not even pretending that she wants to come back in here.

I let her back in.  She is pacing around, but still trying to appear nonchalant.   "what?  nothing's wrong.  move along.... nothing for you to worry about, Mama."  Must secure the perimeter of the apartment.  This is serious business.  All seems to be in order, but the price of Cat Control is eternal vigilance (she's read extensively in History.)   Hold on...heat just came on...a warm cat can certainly maintain a better level of security than a cold cat can.  Well, time to go trotting back to Mama...oh, maybe one more run at the apothecary chest.  "OKAY, Mama, don't make a federal case out of it!  Sheesh!  Just relax.  Isn't it your bedtime?"  Now fussing at me to try to get me to go to bed.  Multiple trips to the bedroom.  Crying noises.  Trudges back to the living room.  "Don't you know that it's a school night?"

OOOOOHHHHH.  There's mitten on the floor!  How completely fascinating!  Better make sure it poses no threat.  Stalking, stalking...POUNCE!  Ha!  That little item will not be bothering us again.  

Now by the chair once again.  Should she go through the portal?  Will Mama notice?  Who cares?  Mama has no idea how it works, plus she doesn't even know the password.  Well, maybe another portal would be better.  Strolls oh so casually out of the room.  Confounds the laws of physics once again.  She is back behind the chair in the living room, playing with fringe.  Schroedinger was wrong!  (And I think I spelled his name incorrectly, but you know to whom I am referring, or at least Nikita does.)  SPOOKY.  Now she's crying in the dining room, but the fringe continues to move. 

I am going to bed before things get really weird.