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Graycat. . One of two (the other named Blackcat) I took on as catsittees when a friend of mine got a chance to go for her Master's Degree over in Ireland. Graycat had been psychologically abused by one of my friend's roommates and would not come anywhere near anyone voluntarily. Every once in a great while, I would find myself close enough to slowly reach out and gently stroke her, which she seemed to luxuriate in until, within seconds, she would realize that I was within her safe zone. She'd would walk off very quickly. We were together for over a year when one day, while watching TV, I realized that she had sat RIGHT next to me on the couch and leaned over against my left upper thigh. She allowed me to gently love her longtime and continued to take that position whenever I sat there, although she never got any closer. . Big, special moment! HUGE!! . She would disappear for hours at a time. Interdimensionally, I was sure. I would search so thoroughly that I would open the oven door and the fridge... just to make sure, you know. Nowhere. There was about a 3-foot gap between the countertop and the upper closets in the kitchen over the breakfast nook. I was in the dining room and turned on the vacuum cleaner. Through that gap, I saw her leap STRAIGHT up in the air, use the counter as a springboard to continue up without a millisecond's hesitation. . ....She never came back down. . Went into the kitchen in disbelief and it took me a minute or so to realize that one of the ceiling acoustical tiles was slightly out of place. Got a ladder, moved the tile and stuck my head up and saw her sitting about 5 feet away in that tiny crawlspace, where she patiently waited for another hour just to make sure I had made the SCARYMONSTER go away again. . . Other disappearance was when I came home from grocery shopping. I had been home for over an hour and realized that I hadn't seen her. Remembered that I had left the front door open and unguarded for about 30 seconds while I put the bags down. I lived adjacent to extensive woodlands and I fully expected there to be a monumental one-person search in front of me. She had never, EVER experienced the Great Outdoors before. I thought of Steve Martin in "Roxanne" and took three cans of tuna and a can opener with me. . Gray, miserable, COLD, constant drizzly drizzly COLD day. Five feet from the front door were two large shrubs. Popped one of the cans in preparation of roaming the woods and heard her very quiet (embarassed?) meow from the shrub on the left. . An hour-and-a-half of the very first (and, as it turned out, ONLY) freedom she had ever had in her totally indoor cat life... and she had an adventure that encompassed all of five feet. . Pussy. . I miss her.
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