August 24—He did it again. Charlie. As we prepared to leave Bisbee, he disappeared, hiding somewhere in this motorhome.
He remained closeted until well after we arrived in Las Cruces, N.M. We were determined to watch for his emergence, but we didn’t catch it. Sometime after we got settled, Charlie mysteriously emerged and became part of the family again.
This morning, to eliminate some potential hiding places (although we had already gone through the motorhome from top to bottom, side to side, and end to end), we closed the bedroom door before we started our morning ritual of emptying trash, stowing loose items, and disconnecting hoses. Although we were determined to watch where he went, Charlie still disappeared on us, seemingly right before our eyes.
This time, however, we knew he had to be in the main cabin area. But where?
Every time we stopped, we looked, but could not spy him. A few minutes ago, we stopped at a rest area somewhere in Texas, to make lunch. As Jim was putting away the dishes, he happened to glance down at the kitchen cabinet (the one with the left door removed). And what did he see? A tail!
We found Charlie’s hiding place.
The kitchen cabinet comprises a set of drawers on the left, and the typical under sink cabinet on the right. The cabinet with the drawers, we discovered, does not meet the floor; there is a space of perhaps three or four inches. And, further investigation showed, the drawers themselves do not meet the wall. They stop shy by perhaps six or eight inches.
And that is where Charlie goes into hiding, like a mouse in a mouse hole.
I guess if we put the door back on, we’ll take away his safe place. We’ll decide that later.
Until next time,
Your Reluctant RoVer,