Apparently when the little lunatic isn’t under the sofa, he’s in the drawer under my bathroom sink… yes, it was fun for both of us when I opened that drawer…
Bright side, he’s getting calmer. Last week when I didn’t know he was in the bathroom, I turned on the light and it was pure unadulterated chaos. He shot out from under the sink – I screamed, he panicked, scrambled out of the bathroom and banked left to get back to the sofa. His little claws couldn’t get purchase on the slippery wood floor so picture a really messy 5.5lb Tokyo Drift…
This time? He fell backwards down the hole around the piping and gave me that look… I’ll take it as progress…