posted on May, 25 2017 @ 06:44 PM
Long time ago...I can still remember. I was at a stranger's place with a friend, and we
were picking flowers. When it was time to leave I routinely checked for my keys and they were not on my person.
When I was well off, I lived in my car for years at a time, so this was no small thing. Probably spent thirty minutes scanning the apartment, which
was quite sparse and very neat. My friend was getting nervous and the guy who lived there was pretty rattled. But I was not leaving because I knew
they were in here, and not outside, in my car, or anywhere else. Once we were out, we were most probably not getting back in.
Naturally paranoia began to creep into everyone's heads (twice my 'friends' had lifted my keys and one tried to make a wax impression while I slept).
So there was a grey cat sleeping on a white sofa. I lifted him, and there they were.
Kind of hard to forget.
edit on 25-5-2017 by TheWhiteKnight because: (no reason given)