I was in the basement working out yesterday. This, of course, requires a great amount of feline supervision. Our basement has a kitchenette in it, where The Boy stores train stuff and Kitten Thunder plays in the cupboards.
After a while, Oliver was lost. At least, Obi didn’t know where he was. He kept poking his head in the cupboard. No Oli. Obi would jump onto the counter. No Oli.
As Obi sat in the paint booth, feeling confused, I decided to help him out.