when I want you to find me, I'll let you find me! Now, where's my treat?

My dearly departed handsome boy, who looked a lot like the Princess, disappeared on me once. I scoured the house a dozen times before convincing myself that he had gotten out. I happened to walk into my bedroom, and noticed a dirty black nose in the folds of my comforter. He had flattened himself out to where he didn't leave a lump on the bed. The little stinker!

I have had similar situations with the kitties for whom I cat sit. Last time, I thought for sure one of them had gotten out, as I had scoured the house and was unable to find her. I don't know where she was hiding, but I swear she following me and playing "musical hiding spot". She came out of hiding right as I was about to contact the neighbor to be on the lookout for her.

Spent a couple of hours wandering around the neighborhood, calling, looking through bushes and under porches; finally go back in the house to make some lost cat posters and the little princess appears from nowhere, yawning and stretching, like, "Hey, 'sup?"

Cats...