We've been returned to the floor of the noisy room (the one with all my favourite hideouts) after spending months, on a table, in the quiet room. The first thing I did was to check out my brazil nut stash, but it was gone. The floor smelt of polish and I didn't like that. Tried to play hide and seek with Shy Boy, but he doesn't have a clue about how to conceal himself.

Ran all over Helena when she got home, she was on the phone for ages so an easy target.

I heard her making distress calls this morning - think it was something to do with the leather armchair. Nothing to do with me. I'm more into paper myself. Shy Boy seems to be keeping his head down.