As many of you know, Dan and I adopted a 2 year old kitty from the Humane Society probably about 2 weeks ago. Her name is "Minnie" short for Minerva. I think she may have belonged to someone elderly previously because I have NEVER heard the name Minerva and I think it is the ugliest name EVER! But we adopted her to be a friend for our other cat, Mr. Behr. It has worked out EXTREMELY well and thank goodness for that! She is the most lovey dovey cat in the world and loves to cuddle. 

Well last night I came home from work to Dan and Mr. Behr greeting me at the door. I got changed, made some dinner, about 1 hour had gone by and then I started to wonder where Minnie was. Usually she sleeps under our bed so I went and looked and she wasn't there. I began to check all her usual spots- the closet, behind the couch, on top of the bed, she was nowhere! I started to get a little worried and asked Dan to help look, we tore our apartment apart looking for her with no luck. 

We both started to get really worried. Did she get outside? Was she okay? What happens if we can't find her? The only other time she got stuck someplace she meowed her little heart out until we found her. We were calling out her name over and over with nothing in return. we looked for a good 30 minutes and finally I heard her little bell.....guess where she had gotten herself.......

IN A DRAWER! 

Now explain to me how in the world she got in there! This kitty about nearly gave me a heart-attack. She has figured out how to open our drawers and squeeze inside. What a BAD BAD kitty!