Have you seen my mind?

Found Chuy’s collar on the road this morning. It had been totally smashed up by a car. The bell is fucked, the diamonds are broken and the actual mechanism for securing the collar is rooted. A thrilling result.

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But the flip side of collar-gate was the hundreds and hundreds of cat photos that you uploaded to the blog’s Facebook page! It kept me amused all day and last night Harry spent a good hour going through them all. They were simply wonderful. Thank you x

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In other news, I kind of lost my shit a bit this morning when I was asked by three separate males in this house, the exact same question.

“Have you seen my shoes?” It is the beginning of┬áthat sentence that causes my neck to start to spasm.

“No. I haven’t seen your shoes. Have you seen my mind? Because I think I am beginning to lose it. It is probably with your shoes. And the keys. And your phone charger and your deodorant. And your homework and your yoga note. It might be with your lunchbox lid? Perhaps it is with your calculator. ┬áNext to your library book? Under your school hat?”

At what age do males start looking after their stuff?

What is lost everyday at your place?