Ed goes over to my mom's house to hang out. He'll sit at my front door and cry....look at me.....cry......look at me....cry some more.

Hokay, You can go hang out. I escort him next door and let him enjoy the day.


It's kinda like Kit-der Care.

He sleeps all day in the same spot. I can go to the back door and see if he is hanging out.....His spot is lying on the threshold of the front room and kitchen, Half on tile, other half on carpet.


I don't see him....I open the backdoor, walk in and look around. No Ed anywhere....

I stumble around her house and walk from room to room, Finally,I ask my mom, "Where is Ed?"


Right there....


I look down at the floor and fast asleep in the clean WHITE laundry is the Edster.

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I did walk past him twice. But I caught him on the third trip.

I am not going crazy, I am going blind.