Cat psychic

The Gorse Fox is convinced that Jasper is either psychic or he has access to the Gorse Fox's Google calendar. At 2:30 this afternoon he was happily asleep on the spare bed. The Gorse Fox went to the garage to retrieve the cat carrier. He was stealthy, he was silent, there was no way that Jasper had heard the carrier being retrieved.

The Gorse Fox and the Silver Vixen went upstairs... only a couple of minutes had passed. He'd gone.

Somehow he knew and had gone into hiding. The Gorse Fox got on his hands and knees and found him hunched up under the bed between two storage bags. He was just far enough in that he couldn't be reached. The cot was moved, and the Gorse Fox lifted the end of the bed so that the Silver Vixen could grab him...  no such luck. He bolted to the top end of the bed. We moved all the furniture and the Gorse Fox moved the bed. The Silver Vixen managed to grab Jasper and he was deposited in his carrier.

All this fuss... and all we needed was to get his claws clipped and his weight checked.