21: Trade You

21: Trade You

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: I Can't Believe My Cat Did That!

Trade You

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

~William Shakespeare

“Hang on a second, sweetie,” I said, pushing the door closed with my foot. “Let me put these bags down first and then I’ll pet you.”

Luna wove figure eights through my legs, meowing for attention. I dropped my keys on the desk as I walked by. The jingling caught her attention. She jumped up on the desk, swatting at the keys. Maybe I could get the groceries to the kitchen without tripping over her. Crash! I looked back over my shoulder. She’d knocked the keys to the floor and had them in her mouth.

I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked so cute. The key chain was in her mouth and the keys themselves hung between her front legs like a metal tutu. She waddled off, the keys dragging the floor under her belly.

After I put the groceries away, I went to find Luna and my keys. She was in the living room playing with a toy mouse. But my keys were gone. I searched all over but couldn’t find them.

“What in the world did you do with my keys?” I asked her. She just looked at me with her big green eyes, rubbed against me, and purred. When my son came home, he helped me look. We tore the house apart trying to find them.

We looked under the couch and behind the loveseat. We found some loose change but no keys. We looked under the beds and behind the refrigerator. We found a lost bottle opener but no keys. We looked under the stove and in the cabinets — still no keys.

Luna must have thought my keys were really something special because she hid them in a really safe place. Unfortunately, she wasn’t about to show me where. I finally gave up and had new keys made.

A month later, I was working on a craft project with a long leather string. Luna was fascinated with it. She kept grabbing the string and trying to run off.

“No way,” I told her, taking it from her for about the tenth time. “If I let you out of my sight with this, it’ll be like my keys. I’ll never see it again.”

She looked at me for a moment and stalked out of the room with her nose in the air. A few minutes later she returned with my keys in her mouth and dropped them at my feet. I stared wide-eyed as she jumped up on my desk, grabbed the leather string, and darted off.

It was almost as if she were saying, “Trade you.”

~Kimber Krochmal

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