Not even a cat was moving. It was Christmas Eve morning, and the holiday menagerie remained asleep. Percy, Erin's cat, was supposedly asleep in Erin's room. Malarky, our cat, was hiding and resting under the couch, and Dozer, Katie's Dog, was napping by the door, just so no one could sneak outside without him.
Dozer had already been on a walk, and enjoyed his morning greeting from Malarky which true to form consisted of a few growls and hisses.
When Erin came down for breakfast, she mentioned that Percy seemed to have vanished from her room. She assumed that Percy was just hiding someplace else in the house. After breakfast she made a thorough search of the house and even looked under the beds. She was still unable to locate Percy.
She decided to do one more serious search of her bedroom. Back in the late eighties and early nineties, Erin went through a dollhouse phase. When she went away to college and later to work, the dollhouse stayed with us and has become a permanent part of her bedroom.
As Erin entered her room for the renewed search, she just happened to glance at the dollhouse and noticed that the dining room had a new inhabitant. Percy had managed to squeeze herself into the dining room. She even managed to move the furniture to the side of the room.
Percy hung around for a few photographs and then got bored with the lack of efficient food service. She headed downstairs when breakfast was actually available.
Just when you think you have animals figured out, they will do something to astonish yourself.