My Cat’s Secret Hideout: Under the Table

Ever wonder where your pet disappears to when the vacuum comes out? Meet Luna, my cat, who’s convinced the coffee table is her personal panic room. The moment she hears that mechanical monster, she’s gone—just a fluffy tail vanishing under the tablecloth. It’s not just the vacuum. Doorbell rings? Table. Thunderstorm? Table. Existential dread? You guessed it—table. Sometimes I catch her peeking out, eyes wide, like she’s plotting her next move or just silently judging my life choices from her fortress of solitude. Honestly, I get it. If I could fit under there, I probably would too. There’s something comforting about having a safe spot, even if it’s just a cramped space between chair legs and forgotten socks. Anyone else’s pet have a weird hideout, or is mine just extra dramatic? #PetLife #CatStories #Relatable #Pets