Suddenly one Saturday morning, Haddie was nowhere to be found. After an exhaustive search, I finally found her hiding place, under my bed in the furthest corner, against the wall, barricaded in by plastic storage bins. To free Haddie from her self-imposed exile, I slid under my (dusty) bed, slithered up to her on my belly and grabbed her by the nape of the neck. Victory was mine.
Haddie proved to be a fast learner. Soon coaxing her out of various hiding places became the new normal on Saturday mornings. My next attempt to retrieve her looked something like this: Haddie bolts from under the bed, runs out of my bedroom, down the stairs and to some alternate hiding spot, leaving me under my bed, dusty and catless.