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I came from the shower into the kitchen and I saw, on the floor beside my desk chair, a $10.00 bill. “Where did that come from?” I thought to myself and bent down to retrieve it. That is when I noticed the small cloth purse I keep my inhaler in. It was on the throw rug in front of the stove. I slowly scanned the floor.

My chapstick peeked from under the edge of the washer. My favorite pen rested where linoleum met living room carpet. Nearby lay $5.00 bill with my debit card beside it. My gaze moved to the couch where my purse rested. In my purse sat a small white kitten — looking adorable, sweet and innocent, which obviously she is not!

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Yeah thats what puppys, kittens, and children do, they are driven searching for they know not why. And then they become adults …
    driven searching for they know not what, so oft settle for filling their time, so as not to have too much time to think. Its the experience the thinking and the not thinking that is LIFE. – Q

  2. All my adult cat seems to search for is a place for a good nap, food, and an occassional ear scratching. He is mellow in the face of his daughter’s chaos.

    Despite my occassional exasperation, my life is has been — and hopefully will continue to be — enriched by puppies, children, and kittens.

  3. haha, about the time you located the chapstick, I was thinking, sounds remarkedly like cat attack to me. :):)

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