Any perch in a storm …

Back when the Trees were still here and running around Murphy liked to keep to high ground — away from any curious kittens. A few days before Bella was to arrive I brought her (folding) crate up. It and the new packages of flooring (for the foster room) were leaning up against a wall. Murphy decided it was the perfect place to hang out and still be out of reach of little monsters.

Almost hidden.

Lying on the packages of flooring; blocked by the crate (under the blankets).