This is my most special hiding place. Right in front of the couch, behind the slipcover. It's a really good spot. Nobody can see me here. Sometimes the Mom calls and calls for me, but I stay hidden because a mancat just needs an occasional break from it all.
But lately... I've started to wonder. COULD she know where I am? I don't see how... I am very well hidden here... but every so often I feel like something is patting me through the slipcover... No. She couldn't possibly know.