I have a story to tell about Saturday night. My cat Molly (has a lot of pictures up on this site) is a scaredy cat (pun intended). She will be sitting on your lap and run under a bed upstairs if someone sneezes in the back yard.
So you can understand how scared she was when we had a stranger (to Molly) over the house for dinner. Molly kept hiding under surfaces because she knows that you have to treat strangers like earthquakes (apparently).
At the end of dinner once the guest left I was looking for Molly, because I hadn't seen her in a while. After a while I hear the squeaks (her meow) coming from my room. She had run into the closet but since the doors were broken they collapsed.
It was the cutest (and kinda sad) thing to see, her rolled up into duck formation. And that was my Saturday.