Moving on Up

It's Inside Feral Friday!

GAH, Henry is so CUTE when napping!

Oh sure, stare at my TBR* reading pile!

*To Be Read

Gosh, Henry...no beddies for you to sleep in, only the toy box?

Look right, look left, dude!

Gazing down.

I often leave the screen door open at the top of the stairs, just to see what Henry does.

Newest Henry developments:

1) He's now allowing me to stroke his back. 🙌🏻

2) Before bed each night, he and I go on a spring toy hunt; me with a flashlight, as he watches and gets excited when I find one and toss it to him.🔦

3) The last photo on today's post is the first time I've captured Henry on the stairs-side of the open screen door; he's usually behind it, staring through the screen.🕵🏻‍♂️

Results

While moving furniture the other day, two more of Henry's spring toys were revealed.

Previous spring toy posts: 9/5/25: Bleep

8/31/25: Where?

But at any given time, one or more of them are missing.

Below is a count taken over a few days:

Henry, doesn't get what all the fuss is about.

The realization that it wasn't Henry hiding his toys, but rather we have too much stuff around, has led me to begin a re-org and rearrange project.

It won't happen overnight, Henry...sorry, but finding places for some stuff is a lot harder than it seems for humans.

One rule of thumb: if it's covered in dust, you don't need it anymore.

😹 😹 😹

Bleep

Read here about frustrations as Henry's spring toys disappeared.

Well, I figured out their hiding location!

Yep, that's one of Henry's litterboxes...which is oval-shaped and sits in a corner.

There are sneaky voids that SOMEONE didn't look in previously!

Henry: "Oh boy!  I'm gonna hide all of these AGAIN!"

Me: "VICTORY!  I know where they disappear to!"

Henry: "Um...can you count, Lady?  Where are the other three...hmmm?"

Me: "Bleepity bleeping BLEEP", as I get out the flashlight to search some more.

😹😹😹

Where?

 Where did the spring toys go?

Henry chases them all over Henryville, and makes a racket on the wood floors.

Then, it's quiet.

I find Henry sitting patiently, with no spring toy in sight.

Where did they go?

I look under the furniture, behind the mirror, and in the closet.

No springs.

Henry knows where they are, but he won't say.

Pic taken when I knew where the red spring was, at least.

The Hubby howls with laughter when I mention that my searching has been in vain.

At least he could try to look too!

🙀 😹 🙀