Chilly Chickie

I had a heck of a fright when I got up this morning .... no Chickie!! I should've know something was wrong when Blackie wandered the house all night, bellering his head off. After searching all through the house I finally heard her crying outside. She was hiding in the woodpile, eyes as big as saucers and VERY happy to see me. She had been out there all night! I quickly checked for chomp marks from nasty beasts, but her only injury was a pulled out toenail. My poor little kitten.