I was doing some yard work and laundry today, both of which tend to drive Davout into the garage. He has a tendency to gravitate there when the door to the house is propped open, and scary backyard noises just make it worse.
He has a secret place in there that I don’t know about that he tends to vanish into part of the time, when he isn’t sitting under the car. Odds are he’s on a nice empty shelf behind a sofa I need to get rid of, but I have no proof of it.
With him seeming bored I turned on the undercover mouse.
It was all fun until he either intentionally or accidentally carried it off into another room. After that he was a bit put off by it.
It is a thin line between fight and flight with Marshal D.