Hide the Keys

Hide the Keys

In case you were wondering, the cat won this iteration of the twice-monthly contest of Where the Fuck are My Keys?

They were under my desk, where I'd left them. In the night, the cat decided it would be great fun to see me tromp around the house screaming things like "What did I do with them?" and "Where the Fuck are they?"

I hate the cat, sometimes. It treats me like I'm staff, or something.