Unmistakably them
Mr P, as he was known, had to bring you a cushion off the sofa every single time you came home. He would run madly around the house proudly holding the cushion until he eventually dropped it at your feet.
A treasured memory
One day I couldn't find him, I called, I searched and nothing... Imagine the panic!!
I did find him....
I was moving home at the time and boxes were everywhere.
He'd climbed into an empty box, curled up and gone to sleep!!
