The great exodus

Quite recently, we had a couple of visitors - Kim and Anne Britt who came to stay the night over on their way to snowy Norway, a country they partly originate from and partly inhabit. We are still munching on the chocolate, they kindly brought along. Thanks a lot guys! The cats, however, didn't take this sudden influx of strangers lightly. There was a short frenzy of activity amongst them that you might characterize as the big dispersal or the great exodus. I saw with my own eyes Wimbelina mount the fence and dash without looking across the street. She was totally incommunicado and oblivious to my attempts to halt her escape. The other cats just disappeared in the bush previously known as my garden. And Aerial is still going feral, haven't seen him for many days now. Hope you are good out there, mate. The cats kept low profile for the duration of the visit. Only Norsky came in close contact with the visitors slash invaders. He went so far as to thrust himself against Anne Britt's exposed leg. Perhaps he had an inkling that she too was a norse, just like himself. In any event, Anne Britt didn't actively resist his advances but instead just waited patiently for him to finish his business. Later, she avowed not really being into cats. But then, denials often contain the seeds of admission. Like exile and repatriation.