I wasn't in my kitchen when I lost sight of Ginger Girl. Hence having to find her. A plus of a small home: things & people aren't lost long 'cause there isn't a whole lot of ground to cover before you've seen every square foot.
I walked in my room & found Ginger Girl laying on my bed. The second I walked in, before I could even say anything, she said, "What cat? I don't have a cat." I looked closer, eyeing a lump next to her arm, under her sweatshirt which she was holding closed.
|Cat? I don't know what you're|
She opened her sweatshirt to reveal a cat. Of course.