I have mentioned several hundred times before that Melvin’s favorite place to be in the whole-wide-world, is underfoot. At the very least, he opts to be no more than two-feet away. The other day I was watching TV and realized, for the first time in a very long time, I did not have a visual on him.
I found him, wedged between a leg of the kitchen table and a bench. Facing a wall. I have no idea what made him choose that spot. After a thorough investigation I confirmed he had done nothing wrong. Maybe he was playing prison?