Now the cat ate my keys...

I swore my third blog article would not be about cats. I have many hobbies—horseback riding, creative writing, rubber stamping, music. Surely there was something else to write about. Sure enough there is, but once again I suspect the blog-eating cat is involved.

So here I am, stuck at work on a Friday evening until my darling husband can pick me up. Not because I didn't get everything done, not because of a major office crisis, but because I don't have a car.

Well, that's not entirely true. It's because I don't have car keys. I had them when I got home late last night. As of this morning at 8:17am, they were missing, and not just on any day. It had to be the day where a celebratory department luncheon—the one that took six weeks to schedule to make sure everyone could attend—is taking place.

So... my boss, the wonderful, kind-hearted soul that he is, came and picked me up at 10:00am this morning so I wouldn't miss out. It's more than just a favor—it's forty-five miles round trip. I think I'll need to be his lunch-fetching servant for the next two weeks just to repay him. That's no small return kindness, trust me. The cafeteria is two buildings, an outdoor jaunt and three flights of stairs away.

This happened to me once before—the missing keys. I even had to call into work to say I'd be slaving from home for the day, because I was missing one critical item for the commute. I eventually found the keys at lunchtime. Where? In the linen closet. WHERE?

Yup, that's the linen closet. It took me a while to piece together what really happened.

You see, when I was getting out of the shower that morning, I heard Rowena, the blog-eating cat, batting something across the hardwood floor in the hall. Something that made a lot of noise, which she loves. I didn't think a thing of it, because she has tons of cat toys that rattle.

Later, when I had gotten dressed and was coming out of the bedroom, I saw her trying to reach under the closed door of the linen closet. It seemed to be where she had managed to lose her fun toy. Poor kitty—but she has dozens of toys, trust me, and I was in a hurry to leave. Until I found the keys were missing.

Gee—those missing keys were the very same ones I discovered later in the linen closet, where Rowena had been hunting for her fun noisy rattling toy... hmmmm....

 

So, yes, the cat ate my keys back then. If she ate them again today, she'll be damned lucky she's too cute to kill!

Major cat rescue makes the regional news!

Here, Kitty Kitty, the cat adoption group that gave me Rowena (yes, the very cat who ate my blog), did their first major rescue this year, pulling nearly thirty cats from an abuse situation. Here's the article.