Sometimes I’m a little slow about finishing the unpacking after a trip.

I left my travel jewelry case, actually a small Chinese silk purse, on the nightstand, with a few pairs of earrings and a necklace still in it.

During one of Basement Cat’s periods of supervised play, he dashed upstairs and came down with the little purse in his mouth. Here I thought he was getting better. It’s been quite awhile since he tried to steal my checkbook (cell phone, drugs . . . ) or engaged in other criminal activities.

Poor cat, he didn’t realize that my diamonds are only paste.


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