What a relief! The nice lady who cleans our house came on Monday -- except it wasn't the usual lady, it was someone else, and she put stuff back in WEIRD places. Momma had to hunt around for a lot of things. But she missed something. I kept telling her and telling her something was wrong, but she didn't understand.
Then finally... last night... we were reunited!!!
Yes, MY BALL was nowhere to be found all week! But last night I found the super sekrit hiding place. Momma doesn't know where it was, just that I came running in at TOP SPEED, doing zoomies all over the living room, jumping on and off the kitchen, and Ball was squeaking like crazy at how grreat it was to be reunited. It took a long time to calm down enough to even let Momma throw it for me.
Do you ever get cruelly separated from your toys?