mystery solved
friday, i wore my tennis shoes. i put them on in the morning, and then repeatedly changed in and out of them while in the fitting rooms of wally world. when i got home, i sat on the futon and took my tennis shoes off. i scooped them up by the heals, carried them to the bedroom, and set them in the line up near the foot of my bed. i do this with every pair of shoes whenever i enter the apt.
saturday, i thought about wearing the tennis shoes, but decided against it on the basis of them not matching the new clothes i wanted to wear. also, one shoe appeared to have escaped the line up. my assumption was that it had been nudged under the bed by a rampaging cat. the line up is not exactly a straight line. cats run around this apt in a furry flurry, and things are often knocked out of place.
sunday (today still, though not for long), i changed out of my church clothes and into shorts and a t-shirt. i wandered barefoot through the apt while making a cake, a casserole, and a salad of all things. i gathered trash, bagged it, and had every intention of taking it out to the dumpster.
to do this, i required shoes. i peeked under the bed to retrieve the hidden tennis shoe, only to find that it was not under the bed. nor was it under the blue chair. nor under the wooden chair. nor in the closet with less worn shoes. nor along the wall. nor anywhere in the bedroom, in fact.
the tennis shoe was not under the desk in the office. nor was it in the office closet, though it really had no reason to be there anyway. it was not near the mini-filing-cabinet. in fact, it was not in the office.
the shoe was not in the bathroom. it was not in the litter room. it was not in the storage closet. it was not in the kitchen. the shoe was not in immediate line of sight in the living room, and really, that's all the looking i did where the living room was involved. i clearly recall taking both shoes off, and then taking both shoes to the bedroom. surely, the missing shoe was under the bed all along, and i mistook it for something else, though the only things under that bed are a clothes-hanging pole from a closet and festus.
no shoe. i put on flip flops and took out the trash. i forgot about the search for the shoe. it would turn up.
just now, before i started to type this entry, i encountered the shoe. the missing one. the laces were tightened terribly, and very chewed on. the shoe was not under the futon exactly, and it was not behind the futon. it was half under, half beside, and fully wedged between futon, lamp, end table and wall. it is obvious to me that a cat, enchanted by the loose laces of the shoe, abducted the sneaker for entertainment purposes and dragged the hapless shoe by the laces all through the apt to be hidden in literally the last place i would look.
the only thing that remains to be seen is which cat was the culprit. this sort of "hide the human's object" game is typical of charlotte, who has carried away razors, erasers, more pens and pencils than i care to count, bunched up kleenex, three spoons, a chopstick, and even a feminine product. however, she has historically shown little interest in string, except for one regrettable incident with a half-finished scarf.
[insert moment of silence here]
festus, on the other hand, is notably fond of string, and sometimes wrestles with me while i attempt to tie the shoes in question. he also has shown great interest in batting the laces as i untie the aforementioned shoes, and indeed, any shoes that involve laces. his motive is clear, but he has never been caught in the act of stealing and hiding a human's object.
while the mystery of the vanished tennis shoe has been solved, the question hangs heavily in the air. has charlotte taken an interest in string? or has festus picked up a devious habit from his wiley older sister? you decide, dear reader. you decide.
love and peace
saturday, i thought about wearing the tennis shoes, but decided against it on the basis of them not matching the new clothes i wanted to wear. also, one shoe appeared to have escaped the line up. my assumption was that it had been nudged under the bed by a rampaging cat. the line up is not exactly a straight line. cats run around this apt in a furry flurry, and things are often knocked out of place.
sunday (today still, though not for long), i changed out of my church clothes and into shorts and a t-shirt. i wandered barefoot through the apt while making a cake, a casserole, and a salad of all things. i gathered trash, bagged it, and had every intention of taking it out to the dumpster.
to do this, i required shoes. i peeked under the bed to retrieve the hidden tennis shoe, only to find that it was not under the bed. nor was it under the blue chair. nor under the wooden chair. nor in the closet with less worn shoes. nor along the wall. nor anywhere in the bedroom, in fact.
the tennis shoe was not under the desk in the office. nor was it in the office closet, though it really had no reason to be there anyway. it was not near the mini-filing-cabinet. in fact, it was not in the office.
the shoe was not in the bathroom. it was not in the litter room. it was not in the storage closet. it was not in the kitchen. the shoe was not in immediate line of sight in the living room, and really, that's all the looking i did where the living room was involved. i clearly recall taking both shoes off, and then taking both shoes to the bedroom. surely, the missing shoe was under the bed all along, and i mistook it for something else, though the only things under that bed are a clothes-hanging pole from a closet and festus.
no shoe. i put on flip flops and took out the trash. i forgot about the search for the shoe. it would turn up.
just now, before i started to type this entry, i encountered the shoe. the missing one. the laces were tightened terribly, and very chewed on. the shoe was not under the futon exactly, and it was not behind the futon. it was half under, half beside, and fully wedged between futon, lamp, end table and wall. it is obvious to me that a cat, enchanted by the loose laces of the shoe, abducted the sneaker for entertainment purposes and dragged the hapless shoe by the laces all through the apt to be hidden in literally the last place i would look.
the only thing that remains to be seen is which cat was the culprit. this sort of "hide the human's object" game is typical of charlotte, who has carried away razors, erasers, more pens and pencils than i care to count, bunched up kleenex, three spoons, a chopstick, and even a feminine product. however, she has historically shown little interest in string, except for one regrettable incident with a half-finished scarf.
[insert moment of silence here]
festus, on the other hand, is notably fond of string, and sometimes wrestles with me while i attempt to tie the shoes in question. he also has shown great interest in batting the laces as i untie the aforementioned shoes, and indeed, any shoes that involve laces. his motive is clear, but he has never been caught in the act of stealing and hiding a human's object.
while the mystery of the vanished tennis shoe has been solved, the question hangs heavily in the air. has charlotte taken an interest in string? or has festus picked up a devious habit from his wiley older sister? you decide, dear reader. you decide.
love and peace
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