Nowhere to Hide
Thanks to Lesley's move back to Manhattan, I took ownership of her fabby queen-size bed today. It's a Captain's Bed replete with a headboard full of shelves and a base with plenty of storage room for clothes and the like. A large bed, indeed, and when the movers showed up with it today, the cats ran for cover guess where? That's right, under the old bed. A poor hiding choice, especially for Huck, who thought he was safe until the mattress and the box spring from the bed came off. Suddenly exposed and not liking it a bit, Huck shot out from under the bed past a startled mover. Huck was such a lightening bolt that the mover had no idea what had just blasted by him. Later, Huck repeated the move, this time from the living room back into the bedroom and underneath the dresser. At the urging of the movers, I coaxed Huck out and stuck him in the bathroom until they were gone. When it was time to set him free, he was curled up in the bathtub, the poor traumatized kitty. Soon, though, he and Scooter were back to normal, loving the size and comfort of the new bed.