Sometimes I’m in my bedroom and I hear Chun whining but I can’t see him anywhere. Then I know that he has once again trapped himself in my closet. He likes to play in the forest of clothes and nap in my laundry basket. I hope he’s not bug-hunting as well. Apparently he needs his privacy, because he always manages to close the door behind himself. He is good at opening doors by standing on his back feets and pushing with his paws and using his nose as a battering ram. But when he applies the same door-opening logic when inside my closet, it has the opposite effect because the door swings in, not out. And then he blames me.
Sometimes he does this in the early hours of the morning and it takes me a while to wake up and collect my wits before I can rescue him.