The magic portal

The upstairs of my 1933 vintage house is a half story, so the side walls are half height knee walls.  I have sliding panels there to allow access to the great storage area back in the eaves.  This dusty and mysterious part of the house must be a library of old scents, memories of a half century of resident cats.  They really enjoy being let back in there to explore.  Mo always dips his normally curled-over-the-back tail so it won’t hit the fabric.  Miss Nims looks so astonished, click for a larger view.

Instead of being let outdoors, they get to go exploring in the attic.  Miss Nims is only allowed out after dark.   With the longer daylight hours, now it will be 9:00.  Sorry little girl, but I saw you chasing that hummingbird at 8:30 so you have to wait even longer tonight.  She did capture and kill her first rat, I was sure to praise her for that.

The elephant batik on the wall has been donated for a quilting project, more on that to follow.

the portal opens

Mo vanishes but for tail