I came from the shower into the kitchen and I saw, on the floor beside my desk chair, a $10.00 bill. “Where did that come from?” I thought to myself and bent down to retrieve it. That is when I noticed the small cloth purse I keep my inhaler in. It was on the throw rug in front of the stove. I slowly scanned the floor.

My chapstick peeked from under the edge of the washer. My favorite pen rested where linoleum met living room carpet. Nearby lay $5.00 bill with my debit card beside it. My gaze moved to the couch where my purse rested. In my purse sat a small white kitten — looking adorable, sweet and innocent, which obviously she is not!