I take out the treat tin once a day and let Boo pick from a mixture of treats. He takes his treats and puts them on a plastic tubberware lid on one side of the room and then comes back for more to store them up. Then I saw a nearby sleeping bag move. My elderly Agnes poked her head out and grabbed a treat. Boo stops and watches Agnes take her next treat. She finishes and looks up at Boo, who is patiently watching as she eats with his most recent acquisition in his mouth. She looks at him. He looks at her. They both look down at the lid. "Nothings there". He gingerly places the treats in front of Agnes and backs up. He just wanted to watch her eat them. She obliged. She let him sniff her a bit before retreating to her sleeping bag. Boo trotted off with twinkle toes like a man in love.