Like most cats, Bowser does not like the vacuum cleaner (or the ice maker, garage doors, stomping feet, or kids, for that matter). He always used to hide under the bed when I would clean the house, but our new bed in the master bedroom doesn't have a frame underneath. I locked him in that room a while ago hoping to save some grief from the vacuum monster, and when I was done I couldn't find the damn cat anywhere. I seriously thought he vanished. I searched for him for half an hour and found nothing but little clumps of Bowser hair lying around that probably fell out in a panic.
A view of the room:
I thought I looked everywhere, until I saw this:
He stayed there for nearly 3 hours, no matter how much coaxing I did with treats and toys. I felt like the worst mother ever.
One problem with Bowser is that you can't tell if he is happy or angry because he has the same expression at all times. After a couple hours in his makeshift sleeping bag, I realized that he didn't want to come out because he was quite happy where he was, and even purring.
Today is cleaning day, so I will be taking out the dreaded vacuum once again. I have to clean the apartment in two stages to give Bowser ample time to find a new hiding place while I move throughout the rooms. Otherwise he flips out and I feel like he's going to have a kitty heart attack. I arranged the pillows nicely on the bed, and the sheets are nice and clean so hopefully he will have a nice place to hide today.