Freckles sniffed at the blankets that had been stuffed into the space between the floor and the couch. She poked them with her nose at several spots, nibbling a section here and there. Maybe she figured she could chew her way through. When I said, “No,” she stopped, pausing as if in thought. Quick as a flash, she grabbed a portion of blanket in her mouth and tugged, opening a gap barely large enough for her to squeeze through. Before I could react, she shot under the couch.