My Mum's cat - Diavolo.... Well, he was extraordinarily gorgeous to look at but... well... I think there were a couple of synapses missing.
He got 'closeted' regularly. My Mum lived in one of those old, old Maritime houses. Had a 'closet' in the bathroom - door all the way to the floor. A rod and shelves inside. She kept her night gown, housecoat, and other clothes in there, along with towels, t. paper and the like.
I well remember the first time... She called me (I lived several thousand km away) frantic. Couldn't find Diavolo! Hadn't seen him all day. Had searched and searched. I did my best to calm her. I knew he couldn't have got out so had to be there somewhere. Have you checked here? There? Anyway, sent her off to check and check and check again.
Got a call later that night. She had gone, crying, to the closet to get ready for bed - and out popped Diavolo. He hadn't cried all day - but, instead, had apparently had a fantastic time with the t. paper.
It happened repeatedly after that. Mum would call all upset and I would ask - have you checked the bathroom closet?. She would and, sure enough, out he would pop. Seems he came to look upon it rather as his own little playground.....
And I will confess... I too have on occasion opened a closet or cupboard door only to be startled by a pair of kitty eyes staring back at me. Mine open and close the doors (such doors as actually do close around here. Mine too is an old house and most things don't shut tightly) pretty much at will. That's good. I don't have to worry about them being stuck. Only have to concern myself about the heart attacks I might receive when suddenly confronted by an unexpected set of eyes.........