If you read my blog on Tuesday, you know that I misplaced Gracie’s favorite toy. You can read about it here.
Over the weekend, I was in a hurry to put the cats’ toys out of the way for guests. I thought I put the feather wand in the coat closet but it wasn’t there. Nor was it in any closet, in any cabinet or on the bookshelf. I spent hours looking and relooking. Not upstairs or downstairs. Not in any nook or cranny.
After 2 days of wracking my brain and coming up empty, the beloved husband said that the last time he saw it was on the dining room floor. I looked there but…..notice how busy the carpet is. Can you see it? Can you see the feather part?
Since it was lying in full site of everyone including cats, Gracie could have brought it to me. She often does when she wants to play. I am no longer taking full responsibility for this.
After I found it, I had the distinct memory of throwing it in there because you can’t see it and we wouldn’t be in the dining room anyway. It was an easy cleanup for the wand which didn’t fit in the toy basket.
All is well. I am not crazy. At least not about cat toys.