Bad cat!

Keeping up with keys has always been a problem for me. When I was teaching, I "lost" my classroom key on the last work day I would ever have. I had packed up everything I was removing from the classroom. The key WAS right there on my desk, but when I was ready to turn in the blasted thing - it was no where to be seen.

I was anxious to get out, so I sucked it up and paid for it. I was assured when I eventually found it, I would get my money back. Sure enough, when I got home, there was the key. It was in a notebook I emptied. Apparently I had put the key on the open notebook, then closed it with the key still there! Since the key only was $5, and I never wanted to see that building, I just threw it away.

When I got back from California, I began looking for my set of keys. I had made the conscious decision to not take them with me knowing that I would not have any need for them. I really thought I had left them on the breakfast table. They weren’t there.

My first reaction was to blame B’s cat Sasha. She loves to watch things "commit suicide." She loved to knock things off surfaces. I thought surely she had knocked the keys off, but then I couldn’t figure out what she had donewith them after that.

After looking every where, I pretty much gave up. I was getting ready to pay some bills, so I came into the office to get the bills from the cubby hole of the computer desk. Lurking there, next to the bill holder were my keys. I have never put my keys in there, in fact I never even bring my keys into this room!

I wonder how Sasha managed that!