What Harlee Wants, Harlee Gets

I keep Harlee in the back bedroom by herself, for three reasons: 1) To keep her away from Mimi because Harlee is old and frail, and Mimi picks on other cats, 2) She has accidents sometimes, and I don't want them in the rest of the house, and 3) She sleeps a lot, and the back bedroom is the quietest room. But Harlee wants to be with me when Harlee wants to be with me. She can squeeze through the gate because she's so thin. (Mimi and Zara are actually a little intimidated by her when she gets out, but I don't know if that would last.) I put a box in front of her gate to keep her from getting out.

Well, tonight, she managed to squeeze through the gate and climb over the box. I was in the bedroom while Zara ate (Zara likes me to be there when she eats, presumably to protect her?) when I heard Harlee scratching, and then silence. I went out in the hall, and there was Harlee. She willingly came back in her room when I went in there. We shared some snuggles, then I sat in there playing with my phone, and then more snuggles. She had settled down, but meowed a bit after I left. She seems to have settled down again.

What Harlee wants, Harlee gets.

Keys

I can't find my house keys. They have to be here somewhere unless I left them in the door last night. There's no phone call from the apartment management on my phone. This, needless to say, is a problem. I can't remember if I've seen them this morning. The last time that I'm sure that I had them was last night.

Obviously, I'm not going anywhere until I find them. I was feeling too tired to go to Bloomington today anyway, but this clinches it.

Crap.

All's Well That Ends Well

I was looking in all the obvious places for my keys. I didn't find them and was getting more and more frustrated.

So I took a nap, telling myself that I would find my keys when I woke up.

That's exactly what happened. They were sitting in the litter box in the bathroom. Either they fell out of my pocket while I was on the toilet, or they fell out of my pocket when I changed into my sleeping apparel last night. All's well that ends well.

I'm going to eat something, throw myself together, and go to the grocery store.