“Let’s bring her downstairs so she can eat breakfast in the kitchen. I think it is good for her to get to know the house,” my husband, Marc, said.
“Okay. Should I carry her down?”
“I’d rather she came on her own.”
“I know,” I answered as I picked up one of her toys, a stick with a dangling ball and feather, “I will use this to get her to come down.”
“Lucy, come on Lucy!” I cheered. But Lucy didn’t come. I grabbed the stick toy and once again guided her where I wanted her.
“I don’t know if that is such a good idea,” Marc stated.
“She needs to learn her way around the house without the toy. Besides, what will happen if we lose the toy?”
I rolled my eyes. “How are we going to lose the toy?”
“Hey! Lucy! Come here sweet girl!” I cheered as I waved her toy in the air. “Marc she loves this thing!”
“Lucy? Where did your toy go?” I asked. Lucy didn’t answer.
“Marc, have you seen her toy?”
“Marc, have you seen Lucy’s toy? I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Did you look behind the couch?”
“Yes, I looked everywhere. I even used a flashlight.”
“How could we have lost that toy?” I asked Marc. “I looked everywhere!”
“It’s got to be here,” Marc said matter-of-factly.
“It’s not. I have looked everywhere. It disappeared.”
“How can that happen?”
“I don’t know. Do you think Alex is playing games with us? Do you think he took it?” I asked.
“Hey Lucy, look what I got you!” I exclaimed as I entered the house. I opened my bag and took out three stick toys. I turned to Marc and explained, “I got extras in case we lose them again.”
“Oh goodie,” he replied.
“Seriously, I don’t understand how the toy got lost. I really think Alex is responsible. Marc rolled his eyes.
“I looked all over the house again,” I announced to Marc. I swear… that toy went missing! How could that be?” I then turned to Lucy. “Did your brother steal your toy?” Lucy purred in response.
“Hey Marc, could you imagine if we find it outside? I swear Alex playing games with us is the only explanation.”
I came downstairs and sat in front of my computer. Marc was standing by the deck door. As I started to type, Marc called out to the cat, “Lucy, mommy thinks she is funny.”
“Huh?” I asked, barely paying attention.
He repeated. “You think you are funny?”
Now he got my attention. “What are you talking about?”
“Come here and look.” I walked over to where he was standing and looked outside. There on the center of the deck was the missing toy.
“What??? How did it get there? I didn’t do that? I didn’t,” I stammered and stuttered. “Do you think? Is it possible? Could Alex have really taken it?”
And then Marc couldn’t suppress his laughter anymore…