I never know where PJ will be next. I look for him in one spot because he has made it his favorite place for a few days, and the next thing I know he’s not there.

Last week, I turned the house upside down trying to find him. (He always knows when I’m searching for him but does the “cat thing” and lets me search without meowing “Here I am.”) I finally found him in the guest bedroom with all the stuffed bears! Looking perfectly calm and totally at peace.