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I dunno, my cat manages to pop in and out of there every day, but she's never let me in on the secret. (I suspect she has a quantum dimensional shifter embedded into one of her whiskers. Either that, or she hides in one of my wife's sweaters. Sneaky little trans-dimensional minx.)
I'll send you the bill for the wall. Now, kindly get out of my closet... take a right... another right... a left... straight out the door... past the first star on the left, and straight on 'til morning with ya! (grumblegrumbleHow'saguysupposedtogetanysleepwithp andasbumpingaroundinhisclosetgrumblegrumble)
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