After hours of play this afternoon, it was time for the cats to go downstairs to be fed. Most of them ran down the steps and began to eagerly chow down, but Bailey was no where to be found. He's usually one of the first in line for dinner. I searched the house and didn't find him. I came into this room and called to him - still nothing. Then I detected a slight movement on the couch. Further inspection led to the discovery of my wayward kitten. He had crawled under the pillow to hide and was smart enough (and ornery enough) to keep still when I was calling him. There's never a dull moment around here.