Last night after work I was taking a shower. I came out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me and Tumbler was missing. Let me say this: Tumbler is not stealthy. He is not quiet when he moves or breathes. He is hard to miss. He can't jump. He can't really climb... Unless he claws in and really gives it his all. He sounds like a hooting owl on a normal day. And even when he's asleep, he usually snores.
So the fact that he was nowhere to be found was extremely odd. Extremely.
Rick called me into our guest bedroom. His exact words were: "Want to see something?"
I went into the guest bedroom, wrapped in my towel. I thought he'd be pointing out Tumbler.
But I didn't see anything.
I looked at the bed because he likes to be covered up and I thought I might see a little lump under the covers. I heard the telltale Tumbler breathing. I tried to follow the sound. It seemed to be coming from the bed. But he wasn't under it.
He didn't seen to be ON it...
The bed was perfectly made.
I pulled back the cover. Next to the pillow, wedged into a mass that seemed to render him an EXTENSION of the pillow, was Tumbler. How did he climb up onto the bed without messing it up? I don't know.
How did he get into the bed and pull the cover neatly back over him? I don't know.
How did he know to become one with the pillow so that it looked like nothing was amiss underneath the bedspread? I don't know.
The world may never know. But for the first time, Tumbler outsmarted us all.
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