Squawk doesn't quite get Hide & Seek.
Usually, she hides in the same spot used in the last round. If she does come up with her own, it's the cat tunnel.
Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's behind the door. Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's behind the door. Where's Squawk…? Oh, she's in the cat tunnel.
It gets a little repetitive.
Last night, though, things changed. I was up to 9 when she backed out of the cat tunnel and said, with emphatic hand gestures to wait, wait, "I want to hide somewhere else."
So I started the count again, while she hared off out of the room. This, I thought, was going well. Finally, she had grokked that last vital aspect of the game, the part where the seeking was meant to be done in earnest, the joy of the mystery and the anticipation and the hunt. At last we would not need to feign ignorance of her hiding spot.
Then she raced back into the room, caught my eye mid-count (I was up to 9 again), pointed, and said, "I'm going to hide under the table!"
So close, and yet so far.