Noe Kitty

After walking Mischief this morning, Plotnik walks next door to make sure Noe Kitty is OK. Noe lives in the apartment Plotnik's neighbors were nice enough to loan to Nefnik, Fefnik and Vashnik for five nights, in exchange for taking care of Noe. Now the apartment is empty, except for Noe, and Plottie walks over twice a day to make sure she's still a cat.

And she is. Plot opens the door: "Hi Noe!" Muted "Whaooo." Plot walks to the bedroom, where he knows she's under the bed. "Hi Noe!" Silence. "Hi Noe!" A gray head with white whiskers pokes out from under the comforter. "Hi Noe! Want some ear scratches?" "Whaooo. Mrrrwaooo." OK.

So for the next ten minutes The Great Plotnik, founder and leader of a minor Western religion, lies on the floor talking kitty talk to Noe and Noe pretends not to like the ear scratches and belly rubs and soft conversation. Finally, Plot gets up, Noe walks to the window, turns around to see if she might be let outside, and Plot says "Sorry, girl. No can do," and Noe Kitty then prances like Maria Callas, back up, nose in the air, to the bedroom, where she dives under the bed and stays there until we do the whole thing over again tonight.