BLACK ON BLACK

Neighbor, camouflaged against a black tablecloth. Invisi-Kitty!

Last night, the Mistress was in the kitchen when she got the feeling she was being watched. By the kitchen table...which seemed to have sprouted a pair of eyes.

It was, of course, Neighbor, almost invisible against the black tablecloth. The old cliché about the painting of a polar bear eating vanilla ice cream in a snowstorm, only reversed.

It would never have occurred to Hakuna or (the late) Matata to jump up on the kitchen table. Not while we were in the house, anyway. But Neighbor is unaware of Local Custom and Usage.

What could have compelled her to explore the forbidden zone of the tabletop? No food; just the laptop. Perhaps she wanted to check out the mouse...