One Found Thing

Maybe I should move my furniture more often. You know, and vacuum. Because sometimes you find things. Things that cats like to play with. Turns out, Colleen knew what she was talking about. When I moved the dresser in my bedroom, what should be lurking there underneath but three knotted plastic bags (Newt's favorite plaything), two bottle caps (Steinie's favorite plaything), and one large red faceted fake gem. Which has now been glued back onto the pull chain on the ceiling fan. As to Steinie's guilt, if an object consorts with other cat toys, it might just be one, too. Still no word from the black & white photos or the missing cell phone