The Cabinet of Wonders
There's this one cabinet in the kitchen, next to the refrigerator, that we call the Cabinet of Wonders. Sounds like something out of Harry Potter, but it's an apt description: It's the one cabinet where we keep cans of cat food, and Max knows it, and treats it with the respectful devotion you'd expect.
Every time I go to the grocery store and buy cans of cat food, that's where they go. Max often supervises the offloading of food from grocery bags to the kitchen, so I'm sure he sees us put the cans in there. But he knows every morning and every dinner time to go to the cabinet and start yelling, preferably in range of one of us, to let us know that it's time to feed him. He'll rub the cabinet with his cheeks and glare at us until we open it and fish out a can (unless there's an open one waiting for him in the fridge).
One time shortly after we brought Max home, he managed to get inside the Cabinet of Wonders himself, trying to figure out exactly what was inside. The door shut behind him and he got stuck in there, unable to move forward or backward. We're not sure how long he was in there, but it could have been hours, because we didn't realize it until breakfast, when we came down to the kitchen and suddenly heard this piteous wailing coming from the cabinet.
I opened the door and was confronted with Max's massive furry hindquarters. As soon as he saw the light he started wriggling wildly. I extricated him and he's steered clear of actually going into the Cabinet of Wonders ever since, though he'll stare inside of it for hours, given the chance, wondering what wonders await.