“Where was the body?” It was the only question playing over and over in my head. At first I searched casually but when I couldn’t find it within reasonable proximity, I went into overdrive trying to locate it.
The body I was looking for was that of a cricket. While I was vacuuming the day before, I had seen a dead cricket on the floor next to my glass door. Not being a fan of bugs, I chose not to run over it with my sucking machine. Why take the chance of seeing those critter parts being poured out when I emptied my dirt container? Being a typical woman, I figured I’d ask my husband to dispose of the thing with a napkin.
The man was out for the evening and I was tired. It’d be strange to leave him a note for such a silly thing I thought, and opted to tell him in the morning when I saw him. I went to bed.
Now here I was. The coffee pot was turned on and I went to sit in a chair by the door. Looking down at where the cricket should have been, I only saw two small insect legs, the body was missing! For sure the thing had been dead, and even if it wasn’t, where would it go without legs? When I had exhausted all search of reason, I poured a cup of coffee and went to sit at my table, distancing myself from the “legs” without a body. My mind wouldn’t be still.
That’s when I heard it….a long meow-howl. In sauntered the fat gray furry pet my husband loved unreasonably. Parking himself in the middle of our kitchen rug, he locked eyes with me. Those huge yellow orbs sent a chill up my spine. With a flick of his head the cat went about licking himself as though all was normal. I knew it wasn’t. Apparently the man’s cat didn’t like legs.