Where Are My Keys?

On Sunday I went to get my keys so I could go to church. Foof was sitting very sweetly on the dining room table.

I couldn't see my keys anywhere - not on the table, not in the fliving room, not in my purse.

Where could they be?

Foof?

Yes?

Have you seen my keys?

No.

Are you perhaps sitting on them?

Pooh me.

So I poohed the kitty and she moved and Yes! She'd been sitting on my keys the whole time.