Hiding under the couch, Mary's quite content to nibble on her prize until she sees a pair of crystalline-blue eyes open up ahead of her.
"Mrrrrwwwllll..." Her pet cat, a blue-point siamese, growls as Mary jolts to her feet, leaving the cheese behind. Her heart is racing, every muscle is quivering...
And the chase is on. Mary dashes out from under the couch as the cat follows, apparently not going as fast as he could. Her mind races almost as fast as her feet, desperately trying to come up with options how to escape her pet cat. Climb up the curtains? No, he'll go there too... behind the refrigerator? No, too dirty. Probably roaches in there too.
Where is she going to hide?