This photo tells a story.

I have learned to check on Rusty when there is a weird noise.  He was only six feet away, on the other side of the couch, when there were clattering sounds.  I got up to look, and there was no Rusty.  I did get my phone, but didn’t have time to turn on more lights or activate the flash.

Sparky likes a good train wreck and he was as incredulous as I was.  Rusty managed to get under the couch.

Let’s revisit the size difference.

Rusty was chasing a little plastic ball, just like the 300 balls in the snack pit.  I didn’t think he’d manage to get out, but he did.

I’m going to miss this loose cannon.