One time like ten years ago I got dressed to drive in to grad school like any other morning, but right before I left I noticed that I had left the dresser drawer open. I was like huh, weird, I've never done that before, but I just shut it and left and didn't think much of it.

I got back home maybe nine hours later and the usual cat that would great me at the door wasn't there, instead it was my antisocial cat. I see her pacing back and forth in front of the dresser and my heart just sank into my stomach when I made the connection.

There's really something to be said for moments of terror for someone's wellbeing that turn into pure comedy the instant you realize they're fine. He does a big stretch and hops out all happy, best sleep of his life. Black cat curled up on dark-colored shirts in my black dresser.

Later that evening I catch him opening the drawer with his paw, he had just taught himself a new trick without having the courtesy to inform me about it.

She/He seems pissed that you found the hiding spot :)

Giving "just got my COVID shot" vibes.