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[pensnest]

I am trying to work out a Theory Of Fluffy.

She materializes, you see, when I put my emptied cereal bowl on the floor so that the cats may lick the milk (sometimes cream) at the bottom of the bowl. It is quite strange, but the last three attempts to test this have all been positive - less than five seconds after the bowl is on the floor, Fluffy is there, though not previously present in the room. I checked behind the telly this morning before putting the bowl down, but no Princess Fluffykins. I *think* she comes through a cat-sized chink in space-time, but it is hard to prove.

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[dine]

I firmly believe that cat-sized chinks in space-time are reality - there's just no other explanation for where Olivier comes from. one second I'm alone in the room, the next he's right next to me, waiting for me to catch up

I wonder if there's any way to block them?

[pensnest]

I very much doubt it's possible to block the cats. Fortunately they *usually* only do it in the company of their own servants, rather than picking random humans among whom to materialise.

[chalcopyrite]

Robert Heinlein wrote The Cat Who Walks Through Walls, whose title feline displayed this ability. Heinlein seemed to think it was a limited talent, which is where I think he went wrong.

[pensnest]

Definitely not a limited talent! Although Sable does not seem to manifest it, oddly.

[frausorge]

Wormholes!

[turlough]

Sounds very plausible to me. Lancecat always appears right before my feet when I turn around despite having been fast asleep in the other room the second before.

[brandywine28]

Oh, I'm a long time believer in the Mystery Cat Space-Time Chink. It's the only thing that might possibly explain where Hugo's run off to when he disappears for hours at a time in this tiny-ass apartment. There are no hiding places here, cat! Tell me your secrets!

[pensnest]

I remember hunting for Princess Fluffykins in our dressing room, for some reason—I suppose she might have been seen to disappear into there—and failing to find her. Five minutes later I was telling Beast that the cat was gone, and she strolled calmly into the bedroom. She is definitely That Sort Of Cat.

[turps]

I agree, that is a very plausible theory!