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In Which Rochester Doesn't Have all the Fun

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In Which Rochester Doesn't Have all the Fun

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Rochester had his fun this morning- and it was short, temporal fun, in the form of a roll-around-in-soot. His fun was transient, and ended up being not very fun when it resulted in a bath. Sephie, on the other hand, had a much more fun day.

First, I'm fairly certain that Rochester's soot bath was Sephie's idea. She knew that, when we saw him, he would be the center of attention. That meant that we didn't notice her absence for some time. And even when we noticed Sephie was missing, this didn't bother us- she loves to hide. But as I checked all of the hideyholes, the closets, the cabinets, under blankets, etc. I became increasingly concerned. I couldn't find a trace of her. Behind the stove? The fridge? Nope. And I wasn't the only one thwarted- Rochester had now idea where she was either. I even wander around outside, thinking she found some way out and was cowering under a bush.

Then, for whatever reason, something possessed me to look under the fridge. Sure, there's only a one-inch gap in the front. Sure, there's no space behind it for her to sneak around into it. There's no physical way she could be under the fridge, but sure- I look anyway. And there she is. And she is not happy to have been found. She likes her hiding spaces, and she was pretty dismayed that I had ruined this one.

As it turns out, there was a slight gap behind the fridge that let her sneak underneath. The hole was very tiny, but she's a tiny cat. I think she's someplace behind the clothes in the closet now- I don't want to harass her, but I certainly don't like the idea of her hanging out by a running electric motor with power cables dangling over her- I blocked off her access under the fridge.
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