Because we open it so rarely, the junior cats hadn’t realized that the closet under the stairs existed. Since we opened it to get the Christmas decorations out they’ve become obsessed. It’s their new favourite place.
I’d wondered just what was so interesting about dusty boxes and sadly neglected guitars, until one of the cats emerged with a small but live-and-dripping freshwater crocodile in its mouth.
The shelter made us promise that these two would always be indoor cats when we adopted them, but I guess kitty can have a little spacetime rift, as a treat.