Caught!

I knew what would happen yesterday when I left the feathers on the the table, but didn't know the timing would be such that I would catch him in the act.

A few sniffs here, a couple of pats there, and...

(Serious stuff, this.)

...there it goes!

It is Ralph's belief that the entire house is his toy box.  He gets such obvious enjoyment from the simplest of things, very much like a little kid who would rather play with the wrappings and the box than the gift inside.  I don't even mind picking up after him because I know he's had such a good time.

Needless to say, it was a good day.