The flashlights we used when we were running around late at night in the park looking for an escaped Bentley (our new cat) , we now use to look for his toy mice that he places under the couch. I'm flat on my belly with my nose on the floor reaching for these stupid things at least 20-30 times a day. Bentley does the same, crouches and sticks his arms under the couch, but he does not have the same reach as I do. So ultimately I'm responsible for rescuing the toy mice from the dark quarters under the couch. And Ben continues to play.
We decided Bentley needs a friend. Not some random friend that we abduct from the park (see prior post "Ben"), but a real friend that we acquire legally, a cat friend, an adopted cat friend. So we adopted a buddy for him, a rescue cat. He's here now. Amazingly, they get along great. Our two boys party all night and sleep all day.
Ben's new friend's name is Kompis.
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