Not long ago I had a sudden urge to leave work early, no idea why but it was an insistent feeling. When I got home I found my old boy, Samson, stuck under the livingroom gate. He had tried to crawl under the gate and his tags got caught.

Another time I hurried home an hour early and found that Samson had tried to hide behind the toilet. He managed to put a hole in the water line and water was spraying all over the bathroom and hall. It had to have happened about the time I left work, judging by the amount of water.

Samson is old and has periods of extreme anxiety which causes him to seek what he considers 'safe', small spaces. This might explain why I have a closer connection to him than to the other two.