i woke up this morning to a rustling sound coming from inside the bedroom. even with my glasses off, once i turned my head i knew that our female cat had gotten into the walk-in closet. i called her name, and sure enough, she came peeking around the partly-open door before making a run for it.
sometimes, when we pull the door shut and the latch doesn't click in place, it gives our cat just enough of a chance to push it open. she has been banished from the closet since we first adopted her over 4 years ago, but that doesn't stop her from trying all the time. i'm not even sure what she's looking for, but her boundless curiosity baffles me and can also be quite humorous.
often i joke about how our kitty is a 'warden' because she makes rounds to keep us on track. she sits right outside the bathroom door when i'm showering and walks in when it's my husband's turn. if we're running late, she'll make sure to let us know with a loud and pronounced meow. she follows me when i go upstairs or tags along when i decide to go down. now that i think of it, maybe i mistook her watchdog tendencies for her inherent, inquisitive nature, constantly on the look out, consistently vigilant.
if i've learned anything from our furry feline, it's that there's always something new to find, somewhere different to explore, whether it's behind a closed door or in a darkened closet. and sometimes it's worth the risk to follow your instincts on the path to discovery.
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