Roscoe loves to carry toys around in his mouth. Especially soft toys. So I wasn't surprised the other night when I saw him out of the corner of my eye with something in his mouth. But I looked again and it seemed really big. He disappeared behind the chair he has always taken as his refuge. And there I saw it -- he had dragged a sweater of mine downstairs from my bedroom and taken it behind the chair, I assume to sleep on, Here I just caught him peeking out at me. The gray thing there is my sweater and behind it you can see one of my Birkenstocks he has also dragged back there.
