August 4th 2009 2:35 pm
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mysterious to Mr. & Mrs. H. At least once a day, my brother Bobby goes into an unoccupied room and lets go with one of his Siamese ancestrial yowls. That's the signal for a meeting. Teddy and I stop what we're doing (or in case of napping, what we're not doing) and make our way to the meeting. There aren't enough of us for a circle, or even a square (Note: Work on Mrs. H to get us a square), so we make do with a triangle. There's no need for words at our meetings because we are all adept telepaths. Bobby looks at us; we look at Bobby; Bobby looks at Teddy; Teddy looks at me; Bobby looks at us; I look at Teddy; I look at Bobby; Bobby looks at us. Then, we get up and go back to doing our own things. I'll hear Mr. & Mrs. H discussing what we might be talking about. Well, let me tell you -- You really thought I'd tell you; no way -- cats are mysterious (and we like it that way)!