Domesticated cats, like wild cats have a natural instinct to hide when they are sick as a way of protecting their vulnerable selves from becoming prey. Over the years, I’ve located my cats in dark secluded places, usually a closet, when they are not feeling well; or worse, when they are ready to depart from one of their nine lives.
So, recently when I found Lexington curled up in the closet in the midst of my boot collection, languid and sleepy-eyed, I was not altogether relieved to have found him after a desperate search before dashing off to a meeting. I was concerned, especially after finding him in my closet, shut off from the world again and again over the following weeks.
Otherwise, he seemed just fine—eating, playing, pontificating; yet, why, oh why, would he suddenly take to the closet on a regular basis.
In the closet cozied up to the cowboy boots.
Cowcats? Puss in Boots? “I want to be alone?” I’ll never know what drew the cats to the boots in the closet. I guess I’m the one in the dark now, but I’m no longer concerned about their well-being. They are purrrfectly healthy cats–unpredictable and mysterious.