Sleeping cat, hiding cat

Here in July 1973, Griddlebone proves that not even an Elizabethan collar can keep a cat from finding a hidey hole.

No doubt, if we hadn’t shown up to set off bright lights in her face, she would have been dreaming of chasing rats.

from Cat’s Dream . . .

I should like to sleep like a cat,
With all the fur of time,
With a tongue rough as flint,
With the dry sex of fire and
After speaking to no one,
Stretch myself over the world,
Over roofs and landscapes,
With a passionate desire
To hunt the rats in my dreams.

. . .

— Pablo Neruda