So they thought they could hide the Treats from me. Huh!
I pawed at them for a while, and I was eventually rewarded for my Treat-hunting skills:
My Staff people have been better communicating my Treat-Intake during the day to cut down on Upset Tummy. My poor Custodian Ritchie very nicely cleans up my messes (with help from the rest of the Staff), but I'd rather not make them at all!
With visions of Whisker-Lickin's dancing in my head,