Shhhh! I is Hiding

Shhhh! Don't tell anyone, but I has a hidey.

I'm typing this while in a corner my hooman never goes to.

I can hear him looking for me, saying 'Frankiiiiiiiiie! Frankiiiiiiiie!'

He's looked in all of my usual spots:

On the window sill in the big main room.

On the bottom shelf of the book case.

Under the table.

Behind the bin, in the hooman's food room.

In the cupboard in the hall.

In the box in the hall.

In the cupboard in his napping quarters.

Behind the curtain in his napping quarters.

Down by the side of his bed.

In the basket where he puts his clothes.


I is in none of these places.
I is in a brand new place... in the corner, down the side of the soft brown chair, on top of the thing that used to hang up over the window.

He'll never find me.

I'll just appear later on, as if by magic... then he'll have to give me lots of treats and attention.