The guys came here this morning to deliver an oxygen concentrator for Patty to use in her sleep; and as usual, our two cats made themselves scarce.
And Peep stayed scarce!
I’m sure I looked everywhere, and more than once, too. No Peep. Hours later, there she was, sitting on the stairs, washing herself.
How does she do it? Does she actually hide? If so, I should have found her. Has she mastered the art of invisibility? Does she dissolve herself into mist and seep through cracks in the floor? Really, I’m mystified. And of course Robbie declines to rat her out. Cats never tattle on each other.
I’ve got to learn how she does this. It might come in handy someday.