Sephie, our tiny cat, is a burrowing animal. As I write this, she is folded over in her favorite hiding spot- the slight gap between the dresser and the wall. She loves tiny, tight, enclosed spaces. She explores them, burrows around- it's like a kid playing "cave explorer" with cardboard boxes.
She even loves exploring places she'd never fit, but can get a paw under. For example, she's lately been excavating the space underneath the bathroom sink. Not the cabinet beneath it, the 1/2" gap between the cabinet and the floor. Thus far, she's retrieved: 1 pill of unknown type (labeled "LL84"?), two wooden shims and a whole mess of dust bunnies.
She's been playing with the shims; I think she likes the sound of them skittering across the floor.
She even loves exploring places she'd never fit, but can get a paw under. For example, she's lately been excavating the space underneath the bathroom sink. Not the cabinet beneath it, the 1/2" gap between the cabinet and the floor. Thus far, she's retrieved: 1 pill of unknown type (labeled "LL84"?), two wooden shims and a whole mess of dust bunnies.
She's been playing with the shims; I think she likes the sound of them skittering across the floor.
But from now on, whenever my cats are fighting, I'm going to pretend that Sephie is screaming, "I'm gunna cut you, yo."