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Monday, May 21, 2007

What a Cat Knows

Last Tuesday Grant collected me from work a bit early and we drove to the mechanic's, picked up his car which had been in for (more) repairs, and drove home separately; I made a quick grocery-store stop along the way. When I got home Grant and Miss B were playing soccer in the front yard; I took the groceries into the kitchen, went upstairs, changed my clothes, used the facilities, and then meandered back downstairs to check my email and outside to watch the soccer.

A little later, realizing that I had forgotten to pick up a prescription at CVS despite driving right by it on the way home, I went to get my car keys.

Only they weren't in any of the pockets of the pants I'd been wearing — nor could I find them in any of their other usual spots in the bedroom, nor in the bathroom, nor in the kitchen, nor by the computer or on the coffee table or anywhere else in the living room. Finally I borrowed Grant's.

For the rest of the week I looked for those keys. I cleaned off the cedar chest over which I had draped the pants I changed out of. I scoured the van. I went through all the kitchen drawers in case I'd left the keys on the counter and they'd fallen in. I looked in the front yard. I knew they couldn't have gone far, because I'd driven home with them and lost them somewhere between leaving the van and changing my clothes.

I pinned my hopes on the cleaning lady's visit on Friday, but no luck there either. I began to wonder if they'd fallen into a wastebasket somehow, and if I'd have to go through all the bags of trash, sifting through coffee grounds, perusing diapers, to make sure they weren't in there.

Yesterday while I was sitting at the computer, Achilles came in and jumped on my lap. This was fairly unusual, as most of the time he is friendly but not much of a lap-sitter, and I felt honored.

Since I knew Achilles to be a very helpful cat (he is seen above assisting in the assembly of Liz's blanket), I asked him, "Achilles, do you know where my keys are?" I might note that no one else was in the room at the time; even I am not so crazy as to enlist feline aid in finding my keys if I think another human might be listening. He continued purring, and I thought, "Silly of me even to ask him, he hangs out in the guest r... OMG."

While leaving the groceries in the kitchen, I had noticed a box that had come from elann, pounced upon it lest Grant spot it and taken it upstairs to the yarn r... I mean guest room, and used the Swiss army knife on my key ring to open the box. (elann's newest house yarn is a baby alpaca/merino laceweight. It's very soft. Not that you should buy it or anything.) Talk about yarnesia.

So, next time you're missing something, try asking a cat.


  • What a helpful kitty!

    Mine wakes up alone and cries until I arrive. Even if I am sitting behind her. /sigh

    By Blogger Cookie, at 6:35 PM  

  • You should have asked the cat first. Duh.

    By Blogger Carole Knits, at 6:38 PM  

  • There's no doubt in my mind, the cats know every single thing that goes on in *this* house. Hope he got a treat or an extra pat for his trouble. ;)

    By Blogger Julie, at 7:43 PM  

  • Mine would be more likely to innocently sit ON the keys while I was looking for them.

    By Blogger Will Pillage For Yarn, at 8:37 PM  

  • good kitty.

    me, I just lose stuff...find it eventually, fortunately. Unless it's drill bits. Hm...Angus, do you know where the drill bits are, kitty?

    By Blogger Liz, at 10:52 PM  

  • Good boy, Achilles. Unfortunately, we have no creatures so helpful here ... Goof would just cheerfully lead me all over hither and yon in pursuit of -- what were you missing again? -- and the rodents have all perfected the blank stare.

    By Blogger Ruth, at 7:15 AM  

  • Cats are such superior beings. We are lucky that they allow us to live with them and serve them and clean their litterboxes. Right?

    Yarnesia. Love it! "What did you do today, Roxie?" "Uhhh - I dunno. I must have yarnesia." means, "I spent the whole day going from yarn store to yarn store And I'm embarassed to tell you how much I came home with."

    By Blogger Roxie, at 10:09 AM  

  • I thought that you were going to say that the cat had hidden the keys! That sounds like the kind of mischief that the cats I know might cause ...

    By Blogger Danielle, at 11:04 AM  

  • Smart kitty indeed!

    By Anonymous Lynne, at 11:15 AM  

  • The cats know all. They really do. The things they could tell us, if we only knew how to ask!

    Alpaca/merino laceweight, you say? This bears investigating.

    By Anonymous Beth S., at 11:21 AM  

  • that's amazing that the keys were well-hidden with the new yarn. You were so reserved with shopping at the sheep & wool festival, but buy at elann.com! too funny.

    By Blogger WandaWoman, at 4:39 PM  

  • Ooh that new Elann yarn sounds right up my alley! I'll have to check it right out.

    By Anonymous Cheryl, at 12:17 PM  

  • Baby alpaca/merino? I'm drooling vicariously and sure I can almost feel how soft it is. Funny how that yarnlust doesn't go away... ;)

    Achilles should clearly rule the world. If he could be bothered.

    By Blogger Lene Andersen, at 10:54 PM  

  • I have a feeling my cats wouldn't help me even if they knew.

    By Blogger ikkinlala, at 7:11 PM  

  • What a wonderful kittycat! I wonder, though, if Achilles wanted to share your bounty...

    By Blogger Nicole, at 2:05 PM  

  • A deep woods bacchanal has crossed my mind, usually after I've stopped pedaling and have been sitting next to the wetlands breathing crisp autumn air and dreaming. Unfortunately, when I open my eyes, it's usually just me, a great blue heron, and some loons.

    By Anonymous Erica, at 12:45 AM  

  • Damn, this means that cats really are good for something. ;) :-P

    By Blogger Jena the yarn harpy, at 9:53 AM  

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