The travelling toy was by my bed this morning when I got up. Earlier, I stumbled on it in the dark in the bathroom. Yesterday, when I took this photo of Andy, it showed up by the boys’ water fountain, in the kitchen, and my bedroom.

Oddly enough, I rarely see either of the boys carrying it. I’m not moving it though, and I don’t believe in ghosts. It has to be — it better be — getting moved by the cats!