Not just another pretty face, Tiny is a mindreader. We're loading up the car with Chelsea Baked Beans and baggage for the ride up to Goomp's for Beans 'n' Franks tonight and Memorial Day Cookout tomorrow, and already she's suspicious. Note slightly turned-back left ear and intense inward-focused stare. Cats are hyperattuned to their surroundings, always ready at a moment's notice for fight or flight.
Tiny and Baby despise riding in the car, and whenever they think they might have to, Tiny -- especially -- makes herself scarce. A "sixth sense" always seems to figure it out just before we're about to grab her, so every time we're about to head up to Goomp's, we make a game of trying to outwit the crafty feline, self-consciously acting and talking "normal," even resorting to using hand signals to warn each other that she might be on to us.
Her favorite maneuver is to run upstairs and hide under the master bed, a huge Cottage Style Victorian just wide enough that if a cat huddles right in the middle, neither of us can quite reach her. So far, we're blogging to try to throw her off the track, and it seems to be working. We'll post now and report back once we're at Goomp's to report how it went.
Update: It worked! A Miss Moppet moment as Tiny realized there was no escape. Now she'll be suspicious every time we approach her for the next period of time. But meanwhile, we're Down East, and Tiny and Baby are taking full advantage of free-range privileges.