AHAHAHAH. Quin, deciding she'd had enough of me combing her scarpered and slid under my bed. Now, I could disabuse her of the notion that I can't follow her under there. But lifting the mattress/box springs, or dropping flat on the floor to chase her would be too much effort.
Although, apparently, she thinks it's now safe, because she followed me back out into the living room.
CAT. You are not smrt.