So we have a newish kitten (like 4.5 months old, now?), who is terrific, but yesterday, while we were playing with him, we knocked a pillcase off the counter. And it burst open when it landed on the floor. And of course he was curious about all the multicolored little toys that skittered and bounced away.
He was sequestered quickly, and we picked up the pills . . . except one was missing. And potentially toxic. Sure. Were we certain it had been in the case? Almost entirely perfectly certain.
SO we had to deconstruct the house, starting with the site of the spill and moving outward. In all, this consumed about three hours, and it eventually included very carefully searching places the pill could not have ended up in. I mean, places where the pill could as easily have appeared if the pillcase had not been opened at all, because a miracle would have been required.
We did not find the pill. I swept; I vacuumed. I went through the contents of the dustpan; I cut open the vacuum bag (outside) and sorted through the mess by hand.
No pill.
Of course. Just because. And so totally unnecessary.
MADDENING
