We used to have two cats, back in the days before we had a baby and before we drove a truck. When we started driving a truck, they went to a better home. But I will never forget my beloved cats.

One of Hubby’s biggest pet peeves about my little creatures however, was their affection for toilet paper. If the bathroom door was left open, there was no doubt that one or both of them would have the roll of toilet paper unraveled in record time. That’s just the way of life with cats.

So, the other night we got a motel room to get out of the truck. Nothing special, just a motel 8. But it was great for Wuzzle to run around and play.

I decided to run next door to the convenience store to grab some . , and left Hubby with Wuzzle. (I should know by now that this is a horrible idea! I may never learn.)

Upon returning I notice that the room is oddly quiet. Hubby is reading a magazine. My 9 1/2 month old daughter is no where to be seen. And did I mention, it’s quiet?

“Oh Hubby dearest,” He looks up “where is Wuzzle?”

“Right over there, playing with the remote.”

I glance. She cleary is NOT playing with the remote, as I nearly tripped over it when going to check. Nor is she anywhere near where he nodded to when he said “over there”!!

“Umm…” I point to the remote as I make my annoyed Umm sound.

“Well, she was.” He doesn’t seem concerned.

I venture around the corner, and I am not at all shocked to find this:

Remembering just how much my darling husband loved it when the cats did this, I decided to let her be. (Hey! He should have been paying better attention! Right?)

“Ya find her?” He doesn’t even bother to look up from his magazine again.

“Mmm, Hmm.” I grab a twizzler and the remote. I figure I’ll let him find her when he’s ready.