Mooch is the Zelig of cats. And I haven't the slightest idea how he does it. He's huge, to begin with, and mostly white. And loud. And did I mention the huge? Despite his shortcomings, he somehow manages to show up in pictures when I know for a fact that he isn't even in the house.
Witness exhibit A:
which was taken on the Diva's birthday. I know that I had just chased him outside and, yet, there he is, under the table.
Ditto on the just having chased outside -- in fact I could swear that he was on the other side of the sliding glass doors -- because if anyone likes packing peanuts more than the Diva, it is the Mooch.
I can't quite figure out if I'm losing it (always possible) or if he is the cat who walks through walls. Must go through other photos for evidence.