A little kitten, about eight weeks or so old, has been hanging around. Because he’d appear and disappear instantly I named him Zip.
Last night we had a crowd on the deck and Zip appeared and did his thing, zipping underfoot snagging food. Then ran off under Nick’s truck while simultaneously reappearing under our feet.
This was a bit too much for us inebriated types to comprehend, so it took a while.
A little later we saw two darker-than-midnight Zips eating from the same plate. Well, some of us saw four Zips, but it was readily apparent that there was more than one Zip!
So _that’s_ how Zip did it, disappearing and instantly reappearing in a differerent place!
These mountain critters are playing tricks on me.
Mister Tigger remains unimpressed.