“Because he usually sleeps with me,” she said, “but he wasn’t
there when I woke up this morning.”
We searched the house, from top to bottom, trying
desperately to find the cat. We even
checked out the closets and cupboards to see if he had somehow gotten stuck in
one. We pulled furniture out from the
walls, we looked in the trash can, we even checked in the garage to see if he
had snuck in there when we weren’t looking.
There was no sign of him.
Nearly in tears, we sat down at the kitchen table and tried
to think of any place we might have missed.
My granddaughter came in and suggested that he might have crawled into
an open drawer because he likes to explore them. So, off we went to examine every drawer, and
we even pulled out the drawers to see if he had somehow gotten caught in the
bottom. Nothing!
We gave up the search, believing that we had absolutely checked
every possible hiding place, and sat at the table trying to create a lost
poster. We set it up, printed out
several copies and set them on the table for us to grab as we went out the
door. Then we went upstairs to get dressed
so we could carry out our sad task.
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