Fugitive

With the cold weather, our cat has been asking to come in more and more. And resisting being put to bed in her basement room.

The other night when it was time for bed, I couldn't find her. I started stalking her room to room through the house, upstairs and downstairs. Under beds, around corners. Finally, I looked in the hall closet. Not on the side with the coats. I slid the door over slowly ... bent down ...

AUGH!!!

... a pair of gleaming eyes in a furry face, nestled in a box of rags at the back of the closet. It was a bit scary. But once I realized that she didn't have any weapons, it was fine. She came out of her hiding place and was willing to be led away.