The sleek and silent Bagheera slipped into the enclosure, intent on his destination. The human, distracted by the guinea pigs, didn’t notice until it was too late.
“Darn cat, did you go in there?” The human extended her arm and Bagheera slid into the protected hut at the far corner of the cage, avoiding her searching fingers.
The human’s voice rose and she lowered the door, then talked into the thing called a cell phone.
“Is the cat in there?” she asked the phone, holding it at the cage. The tiny voice in it said,
“Yup, he’s in there, all the way in the back on the shelf,”
The human spoke and she sounded angry but he didn’t care, he was in the most rare and coveted place and he basked in his prize.
“I can’t reach you, you little turd,” she said, withdrawing her hand. He watched the human enter the storage room, then she went into the bright room with all the cold and wet places. She tapped the top of his ambrosia. Oh, he thought, why did the human have to entice him so? Why, oh why, did she offer him something he craved even more and more often than the coveted rodent shelf?
And this is how to lure a cat from hiding in the guinea pig cage. Appeal to his stomach.