Sometimes I feel like a chicken running with its head cut off, searching high and low, under the table cloth, on top of the dryer, and everywhere in between to look for Peanut. And finally I discovered his new hiding/sleeping place -the inside of Taro’s closet.  Somehow he manages to squeeze himself in amongst the clothes and jeans piled on the shelf and make himself comfortable.  He goes so far into the closet that sometimes, you can only see his eyes or maybe a paw.  What really gives it away is that he says, “Meh!” as if you are interrupting precious moments of his nap time. As always, he is such a nut and staying home with him is the best.

Me and Peanutsan: