I have often admired the way that cats by their very nature happily blend in with their surroundings. When looking for my own little cat I often pass her without noticing that she is close by. She sits in the border in a variety of places and watches the world go by whilst remaining as still as a statue. One place that she sometimes may be found is in a flowerpot that is semi buried in the border. A variety of leafy plants hide the entrance and she weaves her way sideways to get inside the pot so that the entrance remains undisturbed. There she lies like a soft, velvety mole hiding in a hole.