In fact, this morning I woke up to find him missing, and assuming my dad had let him out, went into a little bit of a panic searching about the new neighborhood for him.  In the end, it turned out he’d just gone back to his old hiding place, the cloth on the underside of our couch.  Now he’s taken to his old habit of sitting in front of my monitors atop my desk with a vengeance.  So far he’s nearly shoved just about everything on my desk off of it, and taken up my mouse wrist rest with his own rest.  Now he’s finally settled down in front of one of the screens, with my keyboard, thankfully, only hanging a little bit off of the desk.