I didn't really have as much fun with Boomer the cat as I was expecting because he was too interested in hiding in the darkest, most inaccessible corners of my home. I don't think he ever got past being freaked out by the surroundings, although he was nice enough when he wanted to be.
I dozed off for a while there, as I figured he was doing the same, but woke up to the sound of his insistent meowing. "Oh, there you are! Finally decided to come out from underneath those boxes, huh?"
Yeah, he seemed to reply ---and now I'm gonna go in here to see where else I can hide. And with that, the little bastard head-butted the door to my bedroom and darted in before I could even get up from the couch.
"No, no! Get outta there, goddammit!" It's exactly like having to babyproof your house. Things you wouldn't consider dangerous or fragile ---or potentially either--- suddenly become extremely interesting to a half-blind cat.
I finally got him out from underneath my bed, but it took a lot of work with a broomstick and me roaring at him first.
He probably took a dump in my closet. I'll have to remember to check later.