I Got Skills

I have award-winning hiding skills! Ernie, over at the Island Cats, passed on this special award to me last week. It's meant for cats who do a good job at hiding.

This is the picture that helped me nab the prestigious Golden Award.

I have spent a great deal of time thinking about which cat to pass it along to. There are so many that are good at the hidey. In the end, I have decided to pass it to a kitty that is so very good at it that he hides for hours at a time. This handsome mancat recently began the transition from feral to beloved and is having a tough time adjusting to life indoors. Nigel, this award is for you! I hope things are looking up for you buddy!

No Place to Hide

There's no place in this apartment to hide. Under the bed? They find me. Behind the couch? They look there too. In the closet? Doesn't work. So I found a new spot the other night. I thought it was perfect. This box is gray, I'm gray. There's no way the humans would find me I thought. I squeezed myself onto the top of the box. It's a little tougher to fit into small spaces than it used to be. Just as I got myself comfortable I saw the flashy box come out.

I tried to move further back, thinking she was just taking a photo of that picture box that they stare at all the time.

Then she started talking to me and I just resigned myself that this was not my new perfect hiding place. I guess I'll have to keep looking.

It's a tough life.