Things move in my house. The matches were gone for days. Pens disappear. I am constantly looking for my rings. My meat defrosting in the sink disappears. Muffins bagged on the counter disappear. Glasses disappear, or at least get tipped over. Paper isn’t safe. Tubes, bottles, bottle caps, and hair accessories of all kinds disappear.

It is as if these things fall into an alternate dimension. Maybe they fall through a hole in the space-time continuum. It is a dilemma. I quiz every living being in the household. Blue, our gray cat, claims he was outside. Penny, our little old lady, says she’s been tied up, and what’s with that? Penny claims it has been days since she’s made any kind of mess at all. Brutus, the Boston Terror, says he was closed into his crate for the night. That leaves only one possibility.
“Couldn’t be me Mom, I’m sleeping,” says Shadow.
Even if I’d been watching, I wouldn’t see Shadow do anything wrong. For one, she is my adorable, affectionate kitty who I claim as a service animal, because she is the one who just makes me so happy when I am sad, keeps me company when I am lonely, and makes me smile even if I get angry.
Of course, even watching her, Shadow is sometimes very difficult to see. Shadow blends into the shadows, and looks like a hole in the fabric of space-time herself. Photographic evidence is inconclusive. Shadow’s dark color absorbs all surrounding light, and her features can be difficult to make out.
For now, I guess I’ll give Shadow the benefit of the doubt. There is one person I haven’t questioned, and that is Hubby. Why Hubby would want to put things under the stove and refrigerator, behind the sofa, under the end tables, and give the animals our steaks and muffins from the counter, and knock over all the glasses or onto the floor is a little beyond my comprehension.
What could Hubby be doing with my hair accessories? It is a mystery.
Omg it’s like looking at Porsche. Sounds as though you have a little minx or two among you. Having said that I imagine you love them as much as I love porsche
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I see a picture if Porsche and I think it is just like looking at Shadow.
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I love the name, Shadow, delightful! Porsche is 14 now and we’ve moved into a house. He was raised in an apt. and jumped 7 feet to the ground when he wanted out. He’s become so vibrant and even more playful and scouts all night now and sleeps part of the day, chomping at the bit to get back outside. He’s a new verison of himself and so heartwarming to see.
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I would love to live in a place where I could let Shadow out when ever she wants. One of the reasons we would like to move.
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It’s given porsche a new lease on life and I have to agree I’m far happier here too I also must applaud your sense of humour in the telling of this tale absolutely delightful
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I could tell you why hubby is doing such things but it would break ‘the code’.
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This is a riot, I love the humor from which you write this creative story. Very good read. I do hope the culprit surrenders and all your things reappear, no questions asked…..hehehe.
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I find things in the oddest places. It makes me try to be neater and more organized.
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It happens in every house. It’s an alternate dimension.
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So maybe Shadow, and Hubby are off the hook. Great!
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You could always blame your husband anyway! LOL
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I think I’ll just watch what happens with the hair accessories.
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Lol at off the hook
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Loved this! Animals are such fun especially if you have a furry prankster as you seem to have several. Enjoy them while you can.
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Instead of hubby
Thought it was the above suspicion Shadow
For she sure sounds like some black hole wannabe
But now that you’ve found your goodies
Beats me!
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Shadow is such a sweet kitty. Hubby? Now there is a prankster!
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