The two cats, however, are on a schedule all their own. They have no boundaries, no considerations other than their own. Fenway, the tiny strawberry blond cat, is in geriatric mode, choosing to sleep all day under the bureau in the Angel Room--except when she notices my recliner chair is empty. Regardless, I do not feel my space or solitude has been invaded.
Bean, the big, black cat, however, has taken over the room-- wandering in and out at will, walking on the shelves, burrowing under the carpet , stopping for an occasional nap. At times it is hilarious, but it is not solitude.
Someone else rustling around , be it an animal or a human, does not foster solitude. However, loving companionship is worth celebrating.