“Where are my keys?!”
Our green-eyed, black cat, Zoey, observes me from her tower as I frantically tear apart the living room. A common sight for her, I’m certain.
I swear I just saw them! Why am I always like this?
“Jack.”
“JACK!”
I spin to see my wife, Sarah, smirking with one hand on her hip and the other holding something by her side. “Heads up!” She tosses that something to me as I scramble to catch…my keys.