Boots has completely taken over the house as his own. I do believe he’s done a great job of adjusting.
At first when he started having the run of the house, he would go back downstairs to sleep in the sewing room after visiting with us a while.
Then, he found a comfy spot on the bed in the downstairs bedrom.
Next, he was sleeping somewhere upstairs and I couldn’t find him. It had to be in our closet – probably in a knitting bag or on a shelf behind something. I searched several times and always thought I heard a bit of movement but never could find him. That tells you more about the sad state of our closet right now than it does about Boots’ ability to hide.
I just walked into our bedroom and found this:
He looked at me like . . why are you in here? Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep? Good grief, Boots!
I told Vince . . next thing you know he will have taken over the entire house and you and I will be living in the sewing room!