Like a cat trolling his wife.
This black bastard (cat) learns to open the closet, climbs and runs there. You have to drive him out of there every time. I come back from a night shift and my wife tells me this story:
I go to bed, I turn off the lights, I close my eyes, I hear the door in the closet open. Without turning on the light, I put my hand there and start looking for a cat. Sharrila, rolled there for five minutes, and the animal is not caught. She gave up, turned on the lights, and the cat was sitting on the table, looking at me, and as if it was roaring.