Missing U.

Worried now.

Not only forbidden to bring it into the house, not suppose to even touch it.

Like it was poison or somethin’.

Well, so much more the delight when discovering there was one last one.

Getting it inside the house hadn’t been easy.

Hoping some light will be shed on the subject? Light. Not cat hair. Enough cat hair already. ©

Always the ritual: “Let’s wash those up. Who knows what’s been picked up outside.”

So hard not to smile broadly when loaded with The Secret.

Just couldn’t help a little tight-lipped upturn, though.

It escaped notice.

Whew! Stage one completed.

But where? Didn’t know there wouldn’t be time to secure it in a safe place before all that rushing to get in the car. Unfair! No one said anything about that. No chance to quickly dart away and drop it off unnoticed.

Hurry, hurry. Find a place.

Toodles! Perfect children. Perfect life. (Nuts – she’s bound to be totally nuts) (1913 US PD:pub. date/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Know it was put around here someplace. Someplace close, but not easily seen.

Under the couch?

Casual glance over shoulder and, then, a cover story to consider.

Yoga. Downward Dog. Works.

Oh, yuckie. Could be a whole ‘nother cat down there with all the clumps of hair.

No, Mom, never going to pretend it’s “angel hair”. Really?

Would be some raggedy lookin’ angel…and a bald one by now judging by the amount hair rolling around under here.

Oh, double yuckie,

It’s all sticking to knees and tummy.

That’s goin’ to cause some questions…and some chores…and for nothing!

Beware. It’s wilderness down there under the couch. Take a map or GPS.(1904/US PD:exp.cr/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Wait. Hopped back and forth on the couch (and got yelled at) just before leaving.

Maybe stuffed down between the cushions?

Oh, gross. Has to be worse than noodling in murky water.

Chip edges are jabbing sharp and they smell. Unidentified gritty stuff, too.

MORE cat hair? Is it trying to merge then split like an amoeba?

That’s all we need. A cloned cat.

They say clones aren’t identical and may have a flaw. Great. A flawed original producing a copy with an even bigger flaw? No more paws! no more paws!

Where could it possibly be?

The room surveyed with memory spinning on instant replay.

The fireplace! Of course. Brilliant reasoning: both the hiding and the finding.

A quick shove of the mesh screen, a deft drop, and the swaying metal links hid everything.

There, nestled like a golden nugget in a mountain stream, it sat. Hiding among the lumps in mostly plain sight.

Gently it was plucked out. Now to escape outside far away from accusing eyes.

It’s so hot grownups won’t want to follow and scold. Yeah, great plan.

Just so wonderful, can’t help a little chortling with joy.

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Treasure and me away!
(Evelyn Sharp/Gutenberg.org/US PD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“Molly! What do you have in your mouth? Something’s clacking against your teeth.”

What is it? Give. Unclamp those jaws. You cannot eat fireplace rocks – who knows what they actually are.

Open. You’re not getting away with this. OOOH-PEN those teeth up now.

Arrrrgh, don’t do that snortie grrr-ie wolf-eyed glaring thing at me. You can’t haaaave…the acorn?

“Where did you get the acorn? Steal it from a squirrel stash?” 

If you dug another hole in the yard, you’re in such trouble!

Apparently some things are better left buried, but that really seems nuts to a dog. Ask any of them.

Seek and ye shall find. (An assignment for Writing 101)

Hiding nuthin’

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

Yeah, I got the look. Can’t scold that. Gnawed window? What gnawed window? Do I look like I’d eat the house? That’s a rhetorical question. ©

 

 

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