Well, She's a Cat

I get home from the grocery store and Molly does not meet me at the door or at the top of the stairs as she usually does. I put the groceries on the kitchen table and go looking for her and she is nowhere to be found. Look in all the back rooms and both closets, no cat. Check both of her beds, even look in the litter box, which is in the shower enclosure in the hall bathroom. No cat.

I go back into the kitchen and she is sitting on the rug in front of the stove, looking very prim and implying, “Where have you been? I have been right here waiting for you to come in and give me some of that Tuna Dinner you just bought for me.”  Little brat.