Caught in the Act

I caught my favorite cat, the little gray one, Henry, red-handed, or red-pawed, in the act of stealing my pack of guitar picks.  I'm so glad I saw him because no one knows how long before we'd find those picks scattered around the house.

We used to have pens, Christmas ornaments, and all sorts of things disappear, and then you'd walk across the carpet and feel that you'd stepped on something.  Lo and behold, after folding back a corner of the carpet, you'd find the pen you'd been looking for or the ornament that you wondered what happened to it five months ago.  I don't think the cats are playing hide-and-seek.  I'm not sure what they're doing, but you have to laugh, right?