As some of you may recall, last Christmas we found a dog on our driveway and took him in for the morning until we could get in contact with his owners. Well, this Christmas, Mo thought we lost a dog. I woke up to Eric and Mo having a conversation at 2:30 a.m. It turns out Mo had checked every nook and cranny of the house, but Cujo was nowhere to be found. We all scurried around the house in the middle of the night like naughty children trying to sneak a peek at our presents. Finally, I brought out a torch light and starting scanning my parents’ bedroom hoping to find Cujo under the bed. I think Cujo may have found this new game entertaining, much like cats and laser pointers. He finally showed himself from under an ironing board and behind about five laundry baskets. I swear he is becoming more cat like everyday!