I am convinced that he has the ability to appear and disappear at will. I have yet to caught him in the act, but I keep my eyes peeled for the act to happen. Many times, I call him and he doesn't come. I know he hears me and I know he knows his name. I look in his many hiding places where I have found him before:
|... in a shopping bag...|
|... a wayward box in the living room ...|
|... pile of clothes in the closet ...|
|Under the spinning wheel ...|
|... in a basket of clean clothes ...|
|... behind the piano ...|
|.... a blanket on the couch ...|
|... or on the arm of the chair ...|
|... in the yarn ...|
|... and more yarn ...|
|... on the keyboard ...|
|... up the ladder ...|
|... in the sink ...|
|.... among the finished projects ...|
|... in the cupboard ...|
|... in a shopping bag, whether it is empty or not ...|
... and he is not in any of those places. I'm not worried because he can't get out, but where is he?
Finally, I give up and live with the fact that I will have to put off cuddling with him for awhile.
Suddenly, he is in the middle of the living room looking at me. I didn't see him come in, I didn't hear him. He was just suddenly there. He looks up at him with that expression on his face "I was here all along."
There have been times when we thought he might have gotten outside because we were in and out the front door several times and he might have sneaked out. Ken and I encircle the yard calling his name. We open a can of tuna cat food to entice him to come back. He can be hard to see in the bushes because he is all black, so you can occasionally see us lifting the branches to get a better look. We crawl on our hands and knees to look under the back deck and under the neighbor's porch.
He is magic. He has the ability to appear and disappear at will. He wasn't invisible -- he was somewhere else. There has to be a cat dimension that he visits to play with other magical cats and maybe even dogs. Can you imagine what a wonderful place that would be? They have even been planning to take over the world from us humans, thinking they could run it better. They might have something there.
It could be that he is just screwing with me.