(This post is a continuation of the story that begins here.)
One day I’m working at my desk (which you may recall is next to the teal telephone table with it’s open drawer) and I hear this “scrabbling” noise.
As I live in a state with insects plenty big enough to make “scrabbling” noises, I was immediately wary. I swiveled around in my chair and listened.
The noise was definitely coming from behind the teal table.
I slowly rolled my chair back to the wall.
The scrabbling noise stopped.
I leaned back, and peered behind the table. Now because there is very little space between the table and the wall
<– this is what I saw.
Seeing nothing, hearing nothing, I rolled my chair back to my desk and began working.
In just a few minutes, the noises started again. I froze and listened. Yes, definite scrabbling noises. Definitely behind the teal table.
Again, I slowly rolled my chair back to the wall.
The noise stopped.
I peered behind the table. Nothing.
And suddenly it dawned on me. I hadn’t seen Jack in about an hour and for Jack, that was odd behavior. I picked up my camera, stuck it behind the table and blindly snapped a pic.
When I pulled the camera back, I saw this:
For some time (and a number of photographs), the teal table with the open drawer was Jack’s favorite hiding place.
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