For the last couple of nights, every time I'm in the kitchen getting stuff ready for dinner, Elvis is lurking around. This is a first.
I can only catch him out of the corner of my eye, and if I look straight at him he leaves, but it's like he's put two and two together and realizes the Food Lady does food stuff in there and he gets some of it later. Now he wants to be in there for the prep even if he's not quite brave enough to do more than hover around the edges.
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