Last night before I went to bed (tiptoeing of course), I did my dishes, ran through a couple of emails, sorted through my mail, straightened up a bit and put out an item I sold on ebay on my table (first mistake). I didn't want to forget to pack it up and get it ready to ship. I then gave the kitties their nightly snack of a couple cat treats and we plodded off to bed. The next morning, I reluctantly hit snooze for the last time possible without making me late, groaned, yawned and stretched my way out of bed. The kitties did the same, innocently pretending they slept on the bed with me all night. I stumbled out into the living room and looked around while trying to convince my eyes to open all the way.
Something looked out of place and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Suddenly I knew! My ebay item was GONE! AUGH! I have to ship that out, where could it have gone? I looked at the little punks, but of course, mum's the word. Their only concern was how soon breakfast was going to hit their bowls. Sigh. I scanned the room. Nothing. I inquired again with G&M. Nothing but hungry meows. I finally got down on my hands and knees and scoured the room. Aha! It was hidden amidst a bunch of boxes from the Post Office. Maybe they were trying to package it for me. I don't know which one of them did it, but I think it was a long-plotted revenge.