This is Rex's hiding place.
All one summer, his first summer, he was afraid of the floor. He would walk very warily, looking everywhere for things that might be coming after him, or jump and run quickly across the dangerous crossings…
His sisters were locked up separately. And it took me a while to realize, but it was fan season. And any little bit of paper or dust bunny might jump out and chase him!
As soon as the fans were out of the windows he started calming down. And when his sisters were out with him, they weren't scared, just rambunctious.
And then he went into heat, and had other things to think of.
And the sisters could be with him all the time, since he was a she after all. So he pretty much got over it, and last summer wasn't much afraid of the floor at all.
But for awhile there, I was dust-mopping the bedroom and hall floors every day.
I usually came and went by the interior stairs, not the door out to the upstairs porch.
But once I came in that way, and found him up here hiding behind the closet door to the left. I think it was the first time he had been up on top of this eye-level bookcase.
There might have been a scary doorbell, and I might have been wearing large clumpy shoes.
Usually the closet door is not open, and this is not very hidden.
But it is still his hiding place.
Labels: 2011, cats, kittens