While we were in New Orleans, Gary greatly coveted one of the "throws" from the Bosom Buddies breast cancer awareness Krewe. Sadly, we were up too high on our balcony to catch any, but they were palm-sized breast stress balls.
Of course I got him one for his birthday month. He appreciated it. Then this is what was next to my face when I woke up in my bed the next day.
The "hide the toy" game is afoot. So far it has been cuddled up with the rat skeleton, in the fridge, and in the drawer by my bed where I put the remote.