What a
bizarre sight it was. These two attractive young women, locked in
ninja like poses, staring at a blank space on the wall. I mean, I
knew they were cats, but that's not how they looked. They looked
like statues of two utterly beautiful women. I say statues, but
after a moment or two I noticed that their noses were twitching.
Breaking
the moment, they both circled Oak on his chair in what seemed like
some modern dance piece. “Tricky,” they said in unison, then
literally ran out of the door.
“What
was that all about?” my wife asked in their wake.
“Mary,”
I replied, “You can search me top to bottom, you'll not find your
answers.”
