Anything that makes some kind of opening for him to stick his head into, really. And as long as he feels hidden, he doesn't care if he is actually glaringly noticeable. It's inspiring in a way. You can be anything you want to be, even invisible.
Casy and I find ourselves playing along, saying things like, "Where's Wilbur? Do you see him? I can't find him anywhere!"
Those boots, by the way, are a thrift store find and I don't know how I lived without them. They are Peter Kaiser, made back when boots could be made in West Germany. I adore them. And the cat who becomes invisible under them.
Love, T.
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