Not us introverts. We're adept at disappearing. Like cats. To the back of the walk in closet. Or to a land that exists only in our imagination. Most often, you can find us burrowed under the comforter, still cozy in our beds. Our problem isn't in the disappearing. It's in the forgetting to come back out for food and pets. It's in the remembering to care to be noticed at all - but when we DO, it's in remembering how to "Meow" loudly enough anyone hears us.