If you look for love in all the wrong places, you won’t find it. But if you look for cats in unexpected places–well, that’s where they usually are!
Somehow this reminds me of the time my kid brother went missing and we had the neighbors, police, and fire department looking high and low for him–and I mean they looked everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except behind my father’s easy chair in a corner of the living room. The little nincompoop climbed down behind it and then fell sound asleep. And don’t think he was a toddler when he cut this caper.