I love my parents and Greyson but sometimes I need to get away from the stresses of the day. So I did what every young mancat does. I started looking for my own place.
I would never want to leave the house, so I had to look inside. Finding a spot where an ample-sized cat can hide is no easy trick. Greyson is like a bloodhound and Mom is just as determined to find me. Greyson already took over my last hide-out under the bed.
I found the perfect spot in the back of the master bedroom closet. It's behind the... maybe I better keep that part quiet. So far only my parents have spotted me.
I've gathered a few old sheets from the hamper to make myself a nice bed. Mom calls it my Nest. Dad calls it my Studio Apartment. I call it comfy.
I sprawl out in the cool darkness and dig in for an extended nap. Yes friends life is good when you have your own place.