We were getting ready to wrap presents yesterday and couldn’t find the tape. I had just had it. I picked it up from the ottoman and moved it to…. somewhere…. I couldn’t find it anywhere. We looked all around. It was gone.
The SO took me by the shoulders and said softly, “Sometimes as we get older…” I protested that I wasn’t senile, I had the tape and it got sucked into another universe by a stray wormhole. He didn’t accept that as a more likely scenario for some reason. I asked Powder if she’d seen it and he said that it wasn’t nice to blame a cat.
He went to the neighbors to borrow tape. When he returned the tape was sitting triumphantly on top of the packages. He asked where I found it. I pointed out that there was someone that we hadn’t asked. Riley.
Yep, he was laying on top of the tape on the couch. It is always a good idea to at least question (if not blame) the cat.