Quinn looked around the Twolegs place for any nearby cats. She didn't want them to see her. Once she noticed (or at least noticed) the coast was clear, she headed over to a large barrel near a old fence. Quinn looked around once more before crawling into a hole dugged by her many moons ago. She climed until she was in a large dug out cave. She purred to herself to see that all her things: herbs, flowers, twigs and an old collar; was still there. She went over a bed made out of leaves and dried moss and laid down. Now she could sleep in peace, well until her owners call her in for dinner later.