My morning routine is just that, routine but one thing Max loves is when I open up the bathroom door to have a shower. He's in there like a dirty shirt.

This morning I got up and went about my business. Max didn't greet me but that's normal. When I opened up the bathroom door, no Max. When I called him, no Max. It was late so I had a shower and changed for work. I called Max, no Max.

I first looked behind the bed, no Max. I then scoured all the corners of my apartment, behind things, no Max. I called and called, no Max. It was then that my heart started pumping a mile a minute. What if he passed in the night somewhere and I wasn't there to comfort him. I was scared. I kept looking, then I noticed that one of the stuffed toys on the couch was knocked down. I knelt down to pick it up and low and behold. This is what I saw.





He only looked up when I called his name.



Can you spot the kitty?



Even when I was calling his name, he didn't respond. Silly kitty.

Excuse the mess. I getting stocking stuffers ready....