Ever since our friend Amy sent us some yarn balls, Tucker has been a cat possessed. They go everywhere with him. He even brings them to bed with us. Recently, I heard that familiar caterwauling, then the crunch of the wicker basket.
Before. What are you hiding, Tucker?
|I'm not telling.|
What do we have here? A yarn ball, tucked away for safekeeping.
|Hey, that's my secret hiding place!|