I’m Not Hiding. I’m Curating an Aura.
Don’t call it hiding.
Don’t poke the fabric.
Don’t shake the box.
And for the love of sardines, don’t put your face right up to the entrance and say,
“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to come out?”
I could come out.
I simply won’t.
You see, I’m in a phase of quiet expansion.
I’m reorganising my molecules.
I’m conducting an inner nap retreat and I happen to be the keynote speaker.
Outside is noisy.
Inside is velvet.
You do the math.
I don’t need rescuing. I need respect.
When I’m ready, I shall emerge like a glamorous Victorian widow at a garden party.
But until then, please forward all inquiries to the folds of this glorious cat cave.
Yours in dignified stillness,
[PET NAME]
🐾 Private Resident of the Capybara Cat House
