I had locked up and was happily ensconced in my chair, a warm quilt wrapped around me, when I recalled that I had left my phone outside. I looked around for the key. It was nowhere to be found. I looked under my books, under the pillow on the couch, under the unfolded laundry on the dining table (gotta do something about that before Shabbat). No keys.
“Have you tried googling them?” asked Pixel.
“Google isn’t likely to have my keys indexed,” I said. “Besides, what does a cat know about the internet, much less google indexing?”
I looked around a bit more, in vain.
“Just try it,” said Pixel.
So I did.
“‘All night salad buffet,’ said Professor Google, ‘the key to happiness!'”
“See?” thus Pixel. “I told you.”
Sure enough, the keys were in the bowl on the buffet, along with the lighter for Shabbat candles and a pair of gloves. That bowl really would make a good salad bowl, I thought.
I unlocked the gate and went to retrieve my phone. Chade took the opportunity to go out and check his pee-mail one last time.
After locking everything back up, I glanced over at Pixel. She was boxed up on the coffee table, looking smug as only a cat can.
