A couple nights ago I was going to bed. Usually, I make it a point to pet Boomer and wish him good night on his usual patrol of the area while I'm snoozing. Well, on this particular night, Boomer was no where to be found. This sort of worried me. Maybe he's locked up somewhere? Maybe I accidently left the door ajar and he got out? I searched everywhere all the while calling, "Boomer. Boomer bud.... Boomer kitty, Boomer cat where or where are you at?" Eventually I had the glorious idea to look under my bed. Now, as most people know, the box spring has a thin cotton overlay on the bottom. This thin layer was ripped during moving, and I didn't give it another thought. However, Boomer did. His new favorite spot is to crawl up into the hole and lay suspended by this cotton sheet as if in a hammock. I must hand it to Boomer, that is one ingenious cat. Sorry to say I had to get him out because I was tired and didn't wish to squish him with springs. I'm sure he'll find that place again soon.