just did something really silly. I couldn't see Jax, which is unusual because he stays with me or on me most of the time. I have been pretty busy, preparing to move. I started looking for him in his usual places, kitchen, living room, den, etc. I made the kids stop what they were doing to look. I looked outside and in the basement (which is ridiculous, Jax hates stairs) all the while calling his name. I got his favorite toy and started squeeking it all over the house. Finally, my son found him, snuggled under the blankets of my unmade bed, sound asleep.