Society for Aesthetic Deletions

Anne is away on vacation, and has asked Lou and I to take care of their cats, Homer and Electra, while they're away.

No problem, we say. They leave on Sunday (Anne, the Cox truck was putting cable down your side street *and* right in front of your house! Whoo!), and we go in on Tuesday to check on the little babies.

They have a gravity feeder and waterer, and both are very full. And Homer, the giant of a cat, comes out to greet us and get petted.

But there's no sign of Electra. We call and call, and no response. I look in the basement, as best as I can, and still nothing.

Finally, Lou says that he thought he saw a flash when we came in, and asks me to look under the sofa.

While he lifts it up.

So he proceeds to do so, and I see Electra, looking from side to side, wondering where her couch/protection/hiding place went.

We laugh, Lou lowers the couch very carefully, and we proceed on our merry way.

We'll be stopping by tomorrow too, to check on the kitties. And we'll be looking under the couch.