Call MythBusters! Call Leonard Nimoy! Call Erich von Daniken even! I may have uncovered evidence of the elusive Cheshire Cat! The one that vanishes, leaving only its grin? Well...gazing though my window the other afternoon, I saw our neighbor cat, Matilda, staring off into the middle distance, obviously concentrating on something. What could it have been? I think she was....opening a rift in the fabric of space-time!
Notice the wave-pattern distortions in the photo...the bending of space-time to her feline will...(also, note that I'm pretty sure that the 75 year-old glass in the windows of our house have absolutely *nothing* to do with my observations of this remarkable phenomenon)...
I did not witness the actual transportation of this cat from our dimension to another yet undreamt of. She seemed to...hesitate, as if something was holding her here, was calling to her, was keeping her anchored upon this rude, primitive, clay...what could it have been?
That, and love for her human, Ed, I belive, postponed her trip into reaches unfathomable by the human mind.
(don't worry, she got in fine, just a second or two later)