The International Society of Endangered Cats declared October to be Black Cat Month. I believe they mostly mean melanistic varieties of wild cats, though it could be argued that Luna is a melanistic tabby. I have mentioned seeing her stripes before. So far, however, black cat month has not worked out to well for her.
Before telling the stories, I should note two things. First, Luna is perfectly fine–I just saw her wander by a moment ago. Second, her dark coat and ninji-like moves means that sometimes we don’t know exactly where she is. This proves to get her into (accidental) trouble. This could be as simple as getting bumped in the middle of the night by a clumsy primate, or, in this case, getting stuck where she doesn’t want to be.
I made one last pop into our study the day before yesterday before going to work. After work, my wife let me know that when she came home from her job around four PM, she heard Luna chirping up a storm. She must have followed me in before I left for work, and my wife had no reason to go in before leaving for work. Luna was stuck in there all day–probably checking out the room, then napping. After hitting the food and water bowls and the litter box, she was no worse for wear.
She must have learned her lesson: go noisy early. That night, before going to bed, I dropped my laptop off in the study. My wife and I did our pre-bedtime rituals, and I heard chirping–Luna again followed me into the study, but made sure she got out quickly. Before work yesterday morning, the pattern repeated: she followed me into the study, but not out, but made sure she was let out before too long.
As I’ve gone in and out of the study this evening, I’ve made sure to do a tail count before settling down. Sorry, Luna!