Teensy has decided that this spot under the quilt rack is an absolute perfect place to hide from Tiger and watch the goings-on.
Tiger, nose a-quiver, is quite sure Teensy is nearby... but where?!
Teensy watches him walk past, looking smug.
Tiger heads down the stairs. Maybe Teensy went this way?
His nose tells him otherwise, though, and he turns around and heads back up.
Teensy crouches, silently.
"Can't you help me find him? I think you know where he is!"
And then Teensy sneezed, and the jig was up.
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