Oh, kitties. When Lucy first came home, we kept her in our spare bedroom for a couple weeks so she could acclimate. She also happened to be an extra skittish kitty, so I knew she liked to hide.
However, when I went back in and couldn't find her ANYWHERE, I started to worry. I mean, I looked under the bed and in the closet (that wasn't even open!) and in all the hiding spots I could think of, and nothing.
Until I finally found her, BETWEEN the two trundle beds.
It was her favorite hiding spot, until she discovered the cozy shelf in my closet, and hid there and didn't make a peep even when I waved my hand and foot in the closet, and looked all over the house, and worried that she had somehow gotten out.
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Date: 2010-05-25 05:34 pm (UTC)However, when I went back in and couldn't find her ANYWHERE, I started to worry. I mean, I looked under the bed and in the closet (that wasn't even open!) and in all the hiding spots I could think of, and nothing.
Until I finally found her, BETWEEN the two trundle beds.
It was her favorite hiding spot, until she discovered the cozy shelf in my closet, and hid there and didn't make a peep even when I waved my hand and foot in the closet, and looked all over the house, and worried that she had somehow gotten out.
Oh, kitties.