He always does this when we’ve been gone for one or more nights. We ask ourselves: “Why?” “Why does he bury (most of) himself under the hall runner?”
We’ve decided it’s his message to us: “You left me here in this house all by myself. Yes, you arranged for me to be fed and watered. But you were far away and unavailable for loving, petting, cooing. All the things I value.”
But since he can’t pack his bags, walk out the door and leave us as we do him, he burrows under the rug and becomes unavailable for loving, petting, cooing. All the things we value.
And all the more loved for his cunning and very feline behavior.