My mom was doing some work at my house while I was at the office one day, and she realized that she hadn't seen the "lazy" cat (Skunk, behind the bike above) in several hours despite searching my entire house. She knew the cat hadn't gotten out but was terrified that the cat had eaten some of the paint she was using and was sick or dead somewhere.
Well, Skunk is good at hiding. And sleeping. And if I'm not home, she has to be protected on at least 3 sides to take a nap (probably because she came from a cat colony and lived outside for several years...and also because when she sleeps, she's out cold). It turned out that she had gotten inside a box stored under my bed and didn't want to come out until she knew I was back. Poor Mom.

