Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Namerovsky may in fact be magic.
He got put outside this morning at 5 AM for tearing up the house. About 8 AM, B.B. Av is up and getting ready for work, and I hear Namerovsky start his usual wailing at the front window to come in. I didn't want to get up yet (after all, my big day consists of going to sign in at the unemployment office, and I don't want to get up too early for that). Then the wailing stopped.
B.B. Av wandered into my bedroom looking perplexed. "Did you let the cat in?"
"No, I was yelling at you to do it but you didn't hear me."
"Well, he's in here eating breakfast. The front door is locked. He was wailing at the window, but I didn't let him in. Then, he was just in."
What the hell? I got up and did a complete survey. There are no missing screens. The door was closed. I cannot find a cat-shaped hole in the wall that would indicate a Hulk-like entrance.
So I'm left with the following possibilities: ability to walk through walls, to disapparate and reapparate a la Harry Potter, or a Star Trek-like beaming device discovered by what appeared to be a totally normal house cat. Any ideas?
I asked him how he did it, but he wasn't talking. Normally I'd say that's because he's a cat, but now I'm not so sure. Namerovsky, how did you get in the house?