On the weekends I give Clovis free run of the house and when I go upstairs to take my shower, he is nowhere to be found. I have discovered his hiding place. You know how sometimes the covers of your bed slip down the end of the bed and onto the floor? Cozy.
This hiding spot is purely tactical. When I am dressed and ready to head downstairs he runs out, circling crazily under foot, reminding me that he should have a treat, just like every week day as I leave for work.