They are capable hiders these two new kittens. Even in a room that has basically been stripped bare of any escape holes, they find clever places to hide. So ingenious is their escape mechanism, that my breath stops with a gasp at what I consider an “empty” room.

I don’t wish to turn the lights on- I know they can’t get out of the room. There is no way. Early escapes from others before them have caused hubby and I to become tricky and devious and plug every hole.

So, I mentally mark off the room in a grid and start searching. I find little orange girl crammed inside a large container of dog biscuits. There is no top to this ancient cannister. It was bought for just a dime at the local thrift store to hold dog treats. Who knew it could also hold a scared kitten who would never be a dog treat.

The gray mackeral girl became a bit of a challenge. Somehow, she managed to sandwich herself under the wide lip of the litter pan. She was stretched flat against the side of the pan which is also gray, a chameleon of sorts. She can’t change the color of her fur, but she certainly can blend in to the common color.

Finding them caused their eyes to dilate and they began to pant. I have to wonder what in the world happened to them to make them so scared. What two-legged monster terrorized these kittens to the point of this acute fear? I left them alone after putting out food which I pray will be gone in the morning. I know they are hungry- when I assist feed them, they lap greedily at the gruel offered. But for now, I leave them in peace with Dr. Diane’s CD Harp of Hope playing softly in the background.