You Ain't Seen Me, Right?

Poor Molls, I've mentioned before about her anxiety about Sashimi, next door's cat (who we now find out is a boy), and how he comes into Molly's patch by the back door and acts like he owns it. She hates going out the cat flap and she will almost never come back through it (as she's been regularly chased into it). So instead she usually sits on the steps waiting for someone to let her in, while looking out for a possible threat coming... crazy huh. 

But today I caught her in an elevated hideout, two different occasions, where she can obviously look out and defend herself. No wonder she spends 90% of her time upstairs in her cosy pad.

Hey kids, can you see her?