"No, absolutely not, that room is reserved for my master's special guest. Even if I wanted to, so much as approaching that door makes me feel like my fur has been set aflame. I can't help you there. But,"
G'arfeld shuts his eyes tightly, and suddenly the chair and the rug beneath it begin to slide away from you, as if frictionless. From underneath the rug you spy a large, metal trapdoor.
"This will take you further down into the cave-- be warned, it's like a labyrinth down there. Take care not to get lost."