Lately, Renn has taken to spending time half under the bed, as if watching something there. I have looked but see nothing. It may be a loose thread of rug waving back and forth in slightly stirred air, a scent of something unusual; it may be a nest of vipers hatching from eggs laid while I was at work. That last would be bad.
My big boy doesn’t do this all the time, and he has just started it. He doesn’t try to lie under the bed. He is content to observe. When I talk to him, he comes out readily enough, as if to say, ‘Nope, nothing there; I didn’t see anything that could kill you in the night. Is dinner ready?’
I know numerous people have noticed cats staring at blank walls with intent interest, as if they see some diabolical entity materializing, or maybe uneven colouring in the paint, which can be worse to some people. Cats sometimes do this late at night, when their human is alone. Feline humour is not always appreciated by bipeds.
But Renn spends his nights on the bed with me, so, until he suddenly checks under the frame and then bolts from the room, I will assume I am safe. When he does flee the scene, however, I won’t be far behind him.