The black hole
I'm convinced there's a black hole in my apartment. Something with a penchant for mylar balls and refrigerator magnets is sucking things out of sight. I had six glass magnets on my fridge when I moved in, now I'm down to four and it's only been three months. Yesterday was the last straw. While I was at work it ate Jazzie's mylar ball, or the bootchy ball as I call it.
This, you see, was a disaster. It was no ordinary cat toy, it was her favorite toy. So, I spent many hours searching for the damn thing while she cried and cried and cried last night. I looked everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. I looked in the couch cushions, under the laundry basket, behind the microwave and under every surface more than an inch and a half off the ground. This is the second one the black hole has eaten, and nothing could replace it when she wanted it most. I tried giving her the big kid version, a much larger ball, but it wasn't good enough -- she couldn't carry it around comfortably in her mouth. So today during my dinner break I had to run out to PetSmart and get another one. Anything to avoid hearing her cry all evening again. Much to my surprise the damn things were a buck a piece! I might as well wad up a dollar bill and give it to her! I'm sure the black hole would quickly suck that up. But for the sake of peace I bought another bootchy ball and a spare. For the last two hours I have definitely not regretted it. It has kept her well entertained. But I'm thinking about attaching a string to this one to see if it will lead me to the black hole.
posted by This one time . . . @ 3:18 AM
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