You know how it goes, right?
One day you're walking along, wondering where the cat is, you walk into the bedroom and BAM! You see it.
You just stand there for a second, just looking, while your brain processes what you're seeing. Are we really seeing this? How? I can't even....
Maybe she's reenacting the Wicked Witch of the East's big scene from Wizard of Oz? Alternate ending to the giant boulder scene in Raiders? She can't be strong enough to have tipped it up a bit and slid under? I have a hard time moving that thing....
Then, there's the realization that cats are really a liquid and just flow to where they want to be.
A quick check below reassures us that all is well.
It's really dusty under here.
Why was she under there? She'd rolled a toy under the dresser and went a-chasing it. I still don't know how she got under there.
She's a marvel.