Here’s a video from Thursday evening.  I had been searching all over for the cats.  They weren’t downstairs with me.  They weren’t on the landing where they sometimes nap over one of the water pipes.  They weren’t in their own bedroom trying to break open the treat box.  And when I looked into my bedroom, they weren’t on the bed or on the windowsill.  Where on earth were they hiding!?

Cheeky little things.  McLaren normally meows when he hears me coming upstairs or shouting for him, to let him know I’m there.  Laser must have told him to be quiet and hide!