whenever i'm in a crowded place, i usually like to have a visual escape route. i like to map out my path to the door or bathroom, just in case i need to use either. it's possible i'm a bit claustrophobic.
my cat B (remember her?) is the same way. she likes to lie on this one bathroom mat, and whenever i come in and close the door behind me, she appears flustered. she will get up from her comfortable spot to stand watch at the door. although she's content to be inside the room (and does not appear to be in any hurry to leave), she will stare at the door, facing the only way out that she knows.
B typically does not make a sound as she does this (and she has many sounds), but i can sympathize so will normally reach over to crack open the door just a bit. then she will peak out, understanding, and lay back down on the inside of the door, less bothered.
i'm not sure if my fear of confinement is as intense as B's, but i do like to know that i have the option to leave. sometimes i'll be perfectly fine wherever i am and then the air will start to feel like it's being sucked out of the room. the only way i can describe it is that it almost feels like a mini panic attack is creeping in. often, the force is so strong and so abrupt that it catches me offguard. the worst part is, i feel powerless to stop it, but know one thing and one thing only: to get out, take myself out of the situation.
i still can't put my finger on what triggers this, just that it suddenly feels like i am being cramped.
okay, so maybe i'm more than just alittle claustrophobic.
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