This is Grayson’s paw beside his tie-dyed mouse, Woodstock. He’s enjoyed his new toy like he was a kitten again instead of fifteen years old. But –
Woodstock had been missing most of Wednesday, and I’d finally given up looking for him under, behind, inside furniture etc. I asked Spot to let me know if she found him.
She looked at me, then shifted her position to this:
Yes, Woodstock was underneath the dresser – at the opposite end from which I’d begun looking. I hadn’t looked far enough to the left to find him in the corner. But Spot knew where he was. Clever cat!