I am the best hider that ever hided.

Danna has been looking really glum lately. His sadness comes in cycles... So being the sweet, loving, caring kitty I am, I sparked up a game of play hide and seek.

"9...10...11..."

Oh no! I have to hide quick!

Wait. Wait wait. Hold a moment... I'm hiding already! Oh silly me. He will never find me here, the entrance was only a small narrow opening so that's good -

"Ready or not! Here I coooome!"

Oh my gosh oh my gosh he's looking for me oh my gosh yeah oh my gosh I wonder if he's going to find me oh my gosh what if he can't and I'm lost forever oh my gosh or what if he can't find me and feels bad and cries more!

Aaah I can't keep my tail still!

"Is he in the bathroom?"

Noooooo~

"Is he in the kitchen?"

Hurhurhur noooooooo~

"Is he in my workshoooop?"

What? No - now you're just being silly. Workshop is forbidden from kitties. Or was it kitties is forbidden from workshop? Anyway, access denied, yeah!

"Is he in the bedroooom?"

Ohhhh tee hee! Wait, That wasn't very wild-cat of me... Hoh Hoh Hoh! Better.

I can hear my Danna's footsteps go throughout the room, they start of close, go further, then back to close. I hear a gasp, "That doesn't look like a sock sticking of the drawer."

I'm in the dreaded foot clothes drawer? Aww cat, I thought I had the PJ one! Note: Danna pets me with the foot with the wearing of the foot clothes and I don't like being foot petted - you catch my fish, yeah? He only does it when he's in a goofy mood, but if I have to sacrifice sticking my butt in his face as a form of affection (and to get a bum scratch in return) then he should give up touching me with his feets.

"It almost looks... Like a tail of some sort..."

Oh my gosh oh my gosh he's going to find me!

OH NO - he's got my tail!

NooooooOooooOoOOoo!

I thrash around the dreaded socks, Danna still holding my tail, yeah. Until he lets it go and whisks the drawer open jostling me about the dreaded feet clothes.

"Hello!" He smiles at me.

Meow.

He sure looks happy and I can't blame him. He gave all his sad to me. However, that's ok, it's my job to take care of him - even if it means playing in his dreaded feet clothes. And having my tail yanked. I better get treaties after this...

I blame cheesepie again. If any of you have suggestions or an idea for a future one, throw it at me baby. help kittydei go on an adventure.