Andy’s been a pill today, in a sweet kittenish way. First of all, he avoided his medicine. I think he realizes I won’t give it to him after a certain time because I try to give it to him at the same time for best results. I don’t think I’d over dose him if there were too few hours between doses, but, for such a small creature, it just isn’t worth the risk. No dose for today.

After that magic time, the time beyond which I won’t dose him, he showed up again, and took his place on top of the blue carrier on the settee. “See me? I’m right in front of you, human, and you can’t do anything about it!” Andy is a rascal.

Well rested, Andy hopped down on the settee to contemplate his next moves.

“Woohoo! I think I’ll tip the wastepaper basket by the computer…while the human watches!”  

“What next? Hmm. I’ll tip the wastepaper basket in the kitchen!” 

Andy contemplates the next move.  

“Cheese it! The cops!” Andy realizes I’m watching. Am I just taking photos or am I plotting to get close enough to catch him? Andy takes a hike under the table, a good strategy!  

Dougy decides this isn’t a good place to be. “If I’m not careful, the human will credit me with the mayhem!” He scurries out of view.