"MEMORY" ---CATS

I've been rehearsing a lot of Andrew Lloyd Webber's songs lately, so had that title on my mind when I saw Socks hiding behind the potted plants in my bay window yesterday. I was remembering just how many of her predecessors had done just that. Of course I was happy that she was there because, as a new rescue, she had been hiding in her room for over a week. Amazingly, she had found the courage to navigate her way downstairs, through the living room's perils of resident cats snoozing and playing, and into the kitchen. Apparently, Socks had made it to her new sunning place safe and sound, and was now peering out at the snowy woods from her hiding place behind fronds and leaves. Later, in the evening, I heard a scuffle in the dining room and discovered that she had pried open a door in the bottom of the hutch , finding a refuge inside where she could relax among the place mats and tablecloths. I realized that this is one imaginative, rescourceful cat, that's for sure! Luckily, it is much too cold for the little guys to venture outside, but once the temperature goes up, I have a feeling Socks is going to make a beeline for the door and escape into the Great Unknown-----not if I can help it!