The kitties are in the dog house. At around 3:00 a.m. this morning Dean and I were awakened by the sound of our dressers being completely cleared of whatever was on their surfaces. A moth had gotten into the apartment and both Allison and Wrigley were trying to get at it. All my perfume, lotions and whatever miscellaneous items that shouldn't have been on my dresser in the first place were pushed to the ground as Wrigley slid across the varnished finish. Allison had more of a graceful landing on Dean's dresser but still managed to knock over his Tino Martinez mini bobble head.
Dean knew one of his mini bobble heads was knocked over, but when he went to retrieve it this morning he couldn't find it. He deduced it was Tino but neither of us could find him. Perplexing. The only thin I can think of is that one of the kitties ran off with poor Tino and he could turn up anywhere.
This isn't the first time something like this has happened. One of the kitties knocked over Dean's Yao Ming MacFarlane figurine. We found Yao later that evening in the litter box.