George loves waffles, but not to eat. He hides them. Under the bed. Behind the cushions on the couch. In the closet. Then when he thinks he hasn't been suitably fed, he'll go and get one of these aged, hard things and tote it around the house with a pathetic expression. I gave him a chew bone a couple of weeks ago which promptly disappeared and I'd forgotten all about it, and he appeared with it the other day. Then he went to hide IT, and he couldn't make it scoot back between the bureau and the wall the way he wanted to, so I went to help and he snatched it and ran off with it to hide it elsewhere. Hubby said it was because I'd seen where he was going to hide it the first time.