For a while this afternoon, I thought I'd lost my cell phone. I pounded on counters and swore as I tried to find it. (Sidebar: If it's true that adversity reveals character, I'm not sure I like what this says about me. Actually, I think a more accurate expression would be, "Adversity reveals character during a person's most irritated state.")
As I ran around in a frenzy, Watchcat Collette noticed my angst and ran alongside me. I appreciated her respecting my ire and picking up on the situation's urgency. I'm sure that if she'd been allowed outside, she would have spotted the phone where I eventually found it--under the driver's side car seat.
At least, I'm sure she would have applauded.
