New Places to Sleep

I've been playing a game with mommy. She can't find me sometimes, and I am right there watching her search for me.

I was sleeping on top of my condo but..no more. Nope. I was also sleeping in my little fleece beddy. Not now. I was sleeping on the padded dining room chair. Gone. I was sleeping in the lower shelf of the end table in the living room,. I have the cane bent to the shape of my beautiful body. But not now. I was sleeping in my rocking chair with my teddy bears, but not now. I was sleeping on mommy's bed on my own red fleece bankie. But not now.

Now she found me sleeping in a new basket in an out of the way place. She found me under the computer desk where she never looked before. She found me in the cabinet section of the china cabinet. She found me behind the kitchen door.

If I was as young as I used to be, I'd be like Daisy and Harley and go to the top of the kitchen cabinets. She would never EVER see me up there and it would worry her to death that I had slipped out. I like to watch her run around calling my name. But if she says " Brush??" after my name..something makes me come out and show myself. I am a slave to that brush.