Several months ago, a good friend of mine came to stay at our house. After watching movies and playing video games half the night, we decided to turn in.

Before my friend went to bed, he needed to grab a towel out of the hallway closet. He opened the door, grabbed the towel and shut the door, not realizing that while the door was open, Olive had slipped inside.

Eight hours passed, and we all woke up the next morning. As my wife made her way down the hall, she heard a faint, calm “meow” from inside the closet as if to say, “okay, I’m done in here.”

She opened the closet door, and Olive casually emerged. She had spent eight hours inside a closet without any form of commotion or protest. It made me wonder what she had been doing in there that whole time. Maybe she visited another world …