Recently, Niko has a new way to make me think I'm going nuts. *giggles* Whenever I come out to the kitchen, he's nowhere to be found, but then I turn my back for /one second/ (whether to quickly rinse out a glass or throw something in the trash) and when I turn back around, he's right there- all sprawled out & comfy in the middle of the floor as if he'd been there the whole time. I mean, if I don't look down and take three steps, I'd squish him. I thought I was starting to losing my senses, at first, but a loooong dark cat on a white tile floor is kinda hard to miss.