Magic Act

Well, Gigi is the name that won, of course. It was destiny, it goes well with "the Magician". How did she earn that name, you ask? Well, Gigi managed to find the one teeny tiny 4" by 4" hole that leads to the dark morass under my counter. A spacious hiding spot that no human hand can get to, short of moving the stove out of the kitchen. She found it and stayed there for about20 hours.

For the first few hours (this was Friday), I just assumed she was in there, since there really isn't any other place for her to hid in my open floor plan apartment. So, I went out with Kaia, Lalo, and IM Boyf. When I came home, nothing. She, evidently, hadn't moved. During the night, around 2am, I heard "meow, meow." And that was it. I suppose she was just making the announcement that she was still around. The next morning, I still didn't see nary a hair of her head. I started to get concerned that I'd actually lost my new friend in less than 24 hours. Until I looked down next to the stove, and she looked back at me like "Dude, What?". So I roll my eyes and leave her be.

For the next several hours, I called the shelter and tried all of their suggestions to get her out. She meowed twice, but was having none of this coming out business. It wasn't until later that night that she came out. First, she stuck her head out. When I got to close, she went back in. so I walked away, and out she comes. She explores a little bit, and then takes up residence under the coffee table. Well, I decide to go out with the same suspects from the night before, now that I know she's safe, and so she'll have some quiet time. (I got to see my former neighbor and standby boyf, Adam!)

When I got back, she'd used the litterbox (and the area in front of it, but she scooped out litter to cover up what didn't make it in the box). But she still hadn't eaten. Not long after I got home, she shot up the stairs and hid under my bed. Where she stayed until late Sunday. I was all kinds of worried because she still hadn't come out from under the bed or eaten by the time I left Sunday afternoon. Well, when I came back Sunday evening, I went upstairs to try to coax her out for the last time. Guess who wasn't there? That's right, Gigi. She started meowing from under the coffee table, and then ate heartily. Oy. Gigi the Magician indeed.