Originally posted by jenluckenbach
I had one hide so well once, I thought he escaped.....even though I knew that was impossible.
Hee hee - the boy kitty I grew up with once disappeared into the middle of a box spring on one of our beds - the fabric was ripped on one side, so he crawled into the hole and wound himself between the coils until he was somewhere in the middle - we kept hearing this muffled meowing, but couldn't figure out where it was from! Eventually we had to rip the heck out of that box spring to get him out - it was an old junky one anyway.

Oh, is Ebony-for-now a beautiful girl!!!! (And yes, that Paul McCartney song IS annoying, LOL) As far as names, we always start out naming a kitty something, but it mutates into so many goofy nicknames, that eventually we forget what the heck the kitty's "real" name even is! I think inspiration will just strike you one day as you are gazing on her lovely little face, or observing her behavior.