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After Pete arrived, I had to stop hanging "stuff" off the picture rod. It's been long enough that I just picked some random paper out of the folder and hung it up to see what would happen.
In one of his more memorable "off the wall" events, he jumped, clung to the rod for about thirty seconds (pre-flickr) and then dropped into the frog bowl, which was full of jelly beans. The bowl and beans went flying. Pete ended up sitting on the book case where the frog bowl had been, looking at me with that "Why did you throw the jelly beans all over the floor?" look. I still find the odd jelly bean.
So...my mother-in-law says, "Mr. X, is that flue closed on thy fireplace? Yon ashy smell is wreaking havoc on me sinuses."
"Well, I don't know," sayeth I. "Let me take a look-see." Dark it was, blocking mine eyes from sight.
"Fear not!" exclaimeth I. "I am, therefore, a special agent."
So grabbing the trusty tool of the trade, I find the flue having been left ajar, as it were. The mother-in-law resteth, her sinuses now at ease.
and then you realize Pete is gazing up.
It could be in the basement. It could be sitting on the kitchen counter. On the laundry machine. In the middle of the floor, with no furniture anywhere near. But his gaze is always upwards, fixed on some other dimension, some possibility that a mere human can't completely comprehend.
And sometimes, he jumps.