
Take Flois, for instance, the beanie kitty that he
Just before Christmas, Flois went missing. I looked everywhere; I questioned Tukes, but she was nowhere to be found. I hoped that, perhaps, she would show up eventually.
Earlier this week, while I was searching high and low for my keys {Tukes got his hands on them} I found Flois.

Tukes was thrilled. "I wuv Flois," he told me before settling down to feed her a hearty lunch of "chicks kicks" {Cracker Jacks}, alphabet soup, and chocolate soup, all carefully served from my old, metal Cracker Jack lunch box and thermos. The delicious lunch was purchased at Ikea, or so he told me.
Flois is home. Tukes is happy. And, yes, I found my keys.