found!

[luciab]

I've been periodically making little tours of the place, talking to Miranda, hoping she'd do something to let me know where she was. This is not a time you want to have a cat that doesn't talk, believe me. Sometimes I'd hear a teeny little meep, but I could never pin it down. It sounded like it was coming from the front hall closet, but I'd go there and talk to her and look for her, and move the coats and such, to no avail. I had gone to bed and was reading, and Carmen kept looking toward the LR, all alert, but I couldn't hear anything. Finally decided to try again. This time when I talked to her I kept hearing the little meeps. I'd talk and wait a minute, and there'd be another meep. Back to the closet. I talked some more, and waited. Yep, the closet. There are boxes, and she couldn't be IN them because they were taped shut. I moved the coats again and there, wedged between the boxes and the wall, was Miranda. The bag had slipped down to pin her front legs; between that and the boxes, she was pinned in so tightly I had no trouble pulling the bag off and lifting her out. There was absolutely not room there for an adult cat. Cats could teach physicists a thing or two about compression of matter into an impossibly small space. Never mind Schroedinger; even if they opened the box, the damn cat would probably be hidden in the corner and they'd never see it. Miranda has now had her kitty treat-- poor baby was near death from starvation after 15 hours with no food. We should be good for the night now. Ta, all.