Lost my right hearing aid. Surprised it took me that long, almost 3 years. Unsuccessfully retraced my steps upstairs, downstairs, and in my Lady’s basement, went up and down the block I’d walked, looking through all the dead leaves, and finally looked through the trash item by item, and then the laundry, item by item. Told Lady all that was left was sifting through the used cat litter I’d just dumped, then brightened and said, “But I have a backup plan . . . Frankie’ll find it and chew the rubber earpiece off.”
Last year Frankie, our large, fuller-than life orange kitten, snatched my left earpiece, chewed the rubber end off, and deposited it in front of the upstairs bathroom door. 9 hours later, he snatched my right one, chewed the rubber off, and left it in the same place.
30 minutes after I told Lady Frankie was my backup plan, she called down, “Found it.” It was in the same place as the previous two, the rubber only half-chewed.
Just in time to avoid going through clumped cat excrescence.
