Life with cats is full of mysteries, usually small and transient.
Tuesday, I came home from work and, as normal, Valkyrie greeted me and wanted to know what I had brought back. Imogen wandered by, nodded acknowledgement, and passed into the bathroom to await me there. The others rarely say ‘hello’ upon my return, but Moxy usually does. This afternoon, he did not.
After calling his name and cursorily searching for him, I grew worried. He isn’t one to try to sneak out, and I am careful about such things. Nonetheless, I couldn’t find him until I looked under the bed. There he was. He appeared nervous or frightened, and didn’t come out despite my urgings. It was not until the sweeping and scooping and other things that need doing upon my return were completed, and dinner was in the offing, that he emerged, coming up to me, rubbing against me and acting as if nothing had been untoward.
The Mixer had not done anything like that before. It was as if he had been scared or threatened. My first thought upon finding him - the likeliest event, in fact - was that he had come too close to Indigo, who would have reacted with hostility. Yet there was no sign of a physical altercation, no tufts of fur; out of the bedroom is where he would have fled, I would think, if such a thing had occurred, not under the bed. If there had been an intruder, I would have found more than just Moxy under the bed; other cats would have been hiding, if not there, then elsewhere.
But it ended without fuss and, apparently, without lasting harm. This will be one of those little mysteries that cat-owners find scattered through their lives, never explained and, hopefully, never repeated.
Maybe an outside loud noise of some sort sent him running. Now that mowing season is starting, Precious runs from the ones in our yard and sometimes hides when loud trucks rumble by. Good thing there was no evidence of an inside rumble.
ReplyDeleteI think the same thing that Lynn thinks. I have had Katie run like the wind and hide when a thunderbolt was too loud. Usually she seeks her shelter under the dining table, bless her sweet heart. I know it didn't do that at your house, but...it could have been an extraordinarily loud noise. OR did someone "beat" on the door and scare him?
ReplyDeleteThat is odd. If someone had knocked on the door or made a loud noise outside, I would think Brazil would have been the most frightened.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I don't think it was an unexpected noise; Brazil would have hidden, too, and for longer than Moxy.
DeleteI wonder what it was, then. Yes, hopefully a one-off, not repeated!
ReplyDeleteThat is a mystery, and annoying that you will never know the answer to it.
ReplyDeleteThat was a strange occurrence and we'll probably never know what happened, but the important thing is that everyone is OK and no harm was done.
ReplyDeleteGlad he was OK.
ReplyDeleteThose are such mysteries and we'll likely never know.
ReplyDeleteCats often change their comfort spots. Maybe he likes it under the bed?
ReplyDeleteSo mysterious!
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