Macavity Macavity, There's no one like Macavity

For the last few months, I have had a stalker. A female stalker, who has even managed to invade my bedroom!
I never even noticed when she first started slinking into the house. It used to be quite spooky, to suddenly feel somebody's unwavering gaze on me and then turn around to catch just a glimpse of her swooshing by. I had absolutely no clue how she managed do do it night after night without fail. Then one day, determined to catch her in the act, I waited and waited till I saw her come into the garden. I quietly followed her. First she clambered onto the karuvepelai (curry leaf) tree in the garden, then she leapt onto the ledge above a ground floor window which is at least 6 feet away from the nearest branch. Then, and this was the best part, she did a Spiderman and actually scaled the wall to my bedroom window, which is a good 5 feet above the ledge. I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it myself.
Not particularly desirous of a threesome, I tried to keep the intruder out of my room by putting up a makeshift screen apart from the curtain and securing it to the window grill with clips. I close the window but don't bolt it. In the middle of the night, I heard rustling noises and, lo and behold, this shadowy entity jumped onto my bed and ran away. She had managed to actually open the nearly-closed window, find a gap through the screen and squeeze through.
I have no clue how and why I became a victim of feline fascination. What's worse is that I am a dog person, not a cat person. That being that, I would have managed to tolerate this entire fatal attraction except for a teeny-weeny fact: I draw the line at cleaning up crap left behind by my admirers. Which is what I have been forced to do of late. Wonder which of its nine janams ka badla the creature is taking from me.
Speaking of janams, I'm sure she must have been a Russian gymnast in at least one of its lives. That, or she must have been really moved by TS Eliot's Macavity the Mystery Cat, one of my all-time faves and I suspect that of many ICSE students as well.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,
He's broken every human law,
He breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare
And when you reach the scene of crime
Macavity's not there.

Yay, it works!

For the last few days, blogger was blocked both at office and home. And today, when I finally decide to wander over to the old blog to see if it was still alive, my blogger emerges from a deep slumber.
Any-veg, I shall hopefully try and make sense of all the nascent posts that were floating around in my head in this duration and put them down here soon.
But, yay! For a non-regular blogger, I never realised I would miss blogging so much.