The mama cat disappeared Sat. night and was not seen again until this morning; hiding behind a row of books in the office bookcase. When she was freed from there, she ran like a bat out of hell up two flights of stairs.
My grandson, who located her first, found her again, hiding behind a toilet. She was scared to death, poor baby. After some holding and stroking, she has finally quieted down and is currently sitting on a dining room chair, under the table.
Meanwhile, the kitten is right at home, causing havoc by prancing on the laptop keys and knocking things off tables with her tail. She is settling in much more easily than her mama; oh youth, who rush in where angels fear to tread. Isn't Moppet a beauty?