I got up to feed my babies this morning, and Georgia did not come running! She has never been outside, and there is snow on the ground, so I was scared to death that curiousity had finally gotten the better of her, and she had somehow sneaked out. I checked all over the house, and finally decided I needed to look outside. I sat down to put on my shoes, and noticed a little paw sticking out from under the couch. It is very low, and I cannot imagine how she got under there, even though she is a tiny cat. I lifted up the end of the couch and she crawled out. She is such a little drama queen, she laid on the floor, on her back, paws over eyes, and cried. She hadn't made a sound before. I picked her up and cuddled her, then she was ready to eat and torment the others, so I knew she was ok. She is such a brat, I was scared to death!