Thingy has never shown any understanding of reflections in glass or mirrors or of TV until tonight. We were sitting on the sofa. I was watching TV and idly petting Thingy who was curled up dozing beside me. The following ad came on:
Thingy's head shot up. Her ears shot up. She shot off the sofa and ran up to the TV and stared at it intently. The ad finished. She peered round the sides of the TV. She peered through the gaps where the DVD and VCR players were. She looked very confused. She paced back and forth for a bit, smelling the floor. Then she stared at me as if to say, "Where did it go?" When I burst out laughing she huffed across the room and sat on the other sofa with her back to me.
Thingy's head shot up. Her ears shot up. She shot off the sofa and ran up to the TV and stared at it intently. The ad finished. She peered round the sides of the TV. She peered through the gaps where the DVD and VCR players were. She looked very confused. She paced back and forth for a bit, smelling the floor. Then she stared at me as if to say, "Where did it go?" When I burst out laughing she huffed across the room and sat on the other sofa with her back to me.
