V's first summer when we went out to visit J's grandma at the family farm, she said the local cat was keepin' kittens somewhere but she'd not found them yet. We, being the city slickers we are, were all about exploring the old barn and such. During the day, we tracked down the mewling until we finally found them. By this point they were roly poly little explorers, of course, but she'd kept the nest hidden for over 3 months.