Why, when I get home, does Squeaker sat and stare at me for at least half an hour? Is he wondering who I am? Or is he trying to freak me out?
Maybe he is the one responsible for the clock radio shenanigans.
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He is wondering why you never catch anything, except those days you “hunt” at the store.
Keep a bag of cat treats in your car and when your walk in the door toss him a treat, he’ll be happy to see you arrive every day and he’ll bask in the joy that his partner is an excellent hunter and never comes home empty handed.