Miracles Can Happen

Yesterday I stayed very late for a board meeting. I feared what I would find after more than 12 hours away from the house. Bad me, I thought the worst of the little guy.

Not only did Nanuq greet me at the door, but he hadn't touched a thing. The curtains were in place. The newspapers on my coffee table remained in a huge pile. Even his food and water remained in his dish. He had knocked over only one thing: a photograph of Lancelot. Every day I find that photo knocked over. I wonder if he's trying to tell me something.

I swept Nanuq up in my arms and gave him hugs and kisses. I told him he was a very good boy, for possibly the first time ever. I went to bed happy.

Only to be awoken at 4:30 by a crash.