Well, it’s been a rather uneventful week in the lives of our Kahala cats.

Daily bird watching. Occasional tennis ball hunting, which involves chasing the ball until it gets caught in, under, or behind something that leaves it beyond reach. Often at 4:15 a.m., or at least that’s when it sounds the loudest.

Bessie did have an unfortunate incident. She snuck into our large kitchen cabinet which houses a mini-pantry with pull-out shelves. Way in the back of the lower shelf, behind a microwave popcorn maker, cans of miscellaneous cat food, a partly-used case of Fancy Feast canned seafood feast, along with olive oil and a couple of bottles of fancy vinegar, there’s apparently a feline nirvana which beckons whenever one of us opens the door. And Bessie is adept at sensing when the portal will open and provide her an opportunity to enter.

Well, this time I didn’t notice she had succeeded, until there was a little noise, one door banged a couple of times and then slowly opened, and a calico cat head emerged. The the door didn’t cooperate, and she was momentarily stuck, half in and half out, held in place by the door, now trying to close itself. Luckily I was there and could let her out without further damage, except perhaps to her self esteem.

But it doesn’t seem to have had any lasting effect. All nine lives intact.

In any case, the cats have arrived.