Security is a towel in your mouth

Ever since he was a baby, Harvey has needed to have something in his mouth when he greets people: we call it his security blanket. He doesn't mind what it is; it could be a shoe, his bed, knickers from the dirty clothes basket, or, as in this case, a towel. (He didn't even have to get up for this; he just stretched up and grabbed it off the radiator.)

Even when we have been out for a walk together, when we return, he has to get into the house first and find something to put in his mouth to greet us. At least he used to; now he doesn't get into the house until someone has helped him. But even then he'll try and find something to hold.

He also still likes to be in the midst of whatever is going on - although he did get confused when Husband was on the scaffolding and talking to him - he couldn't work out where the voice was coming from!
I think he thought it might be the umbrella that's on the stairs; he's been suspicious of it ever since someone left it there, eyeing it when he thinks it's not expecting it.