But that wily old SOB! I went to check his location this morning and he was curled up on a bed with Francine. Well, that's her private pink boudoir so I didn't want to disturb him until the last minute.
So when I went to get him, he was gone! Disappeared into thin air. And there was Francine looking very guilty and suspicious.
I swear, they plot these things together.
I deduced he was under the bed. I had to lift up the mattress and foundation to get him. Rowwwrrrrr!
That put both of us in a curmudgeonly mood. We are going to need treats when we get home.