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I did not hide my staff’s glasses

Today I had planned on writing about litter boxes. But, the litter box story will have to wait. My senior staff member has lost her old pair of glasses. She has been looking for them everywhere. She has been writing about it for days. She looked under the bed, she looked in the glove compartment of her car. She still has not found her glasses.

My senior staff often tries to open the front door with the remote from her car, she thought it was February, and she is always misplacing her phone. If she can not find an item, it is entirely her own fault.

I have read the comments on My senior staff members blog, i paint i write, and on her facebook page. I am not pleased.

Stacey said, “Maybe Pooh has your glasses. Check his favorite hiding spots.”

Anastasia said, “I don’t think you have lost your mind. I think it’s a plot put on by Pooh. I recommend you question the cat!”

Natsu has questioned my very integrity. He said, “I don’t mean to rat anybody out, but I think you need to sift through or around the catbox. I suspect Pooh is trying to prove a point; which you may hear about in detail at the next staff meeting.” 

I am mortified that my staff members  friends would accuse me of theft. I am an honorable cat. I am honest and trustworthy. I even helped her look through a pile of clothes for her glasses.

Does this look like the face of a thief?


About Pooh Hodges

I have had a hard life. Born to a single mother in a back alley in Wisconsin. I never knew my father. My sister died young. I am writing my story. Look for it.

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  • Anastacia

    I saw this link after reading another one of your posts. When I saw what Anastasia said I was worried. I didn’t remember accusing you of stealing glasses. So I went and checked the comments on the other page and was relieved it was another “Anastasia”. I spell my name with a “c”. I just didn’t want you to think that was me. <3

  • Dear Pooh,
    Mom Thinks your Sr Staff Glasses ran off with her Jawbone.
    They are both missing.
    I know you don’t need glasses.

    • Oh Edelweiss, you are such a dear friend. Would you like me to mail you a jawbone. I can ask my personal chef to get one for you from the local butcher.
      Yes, I don’t need glasses. People have said I am blind in one eye, but I don’t think I am. I would know wouldn’t I?
      It was nice to hear from you again.

  • Lori

    Might I suggest a hunger strike?

    • Lori, an interesting idea. However, I do like to eat. I like to eat a lot. I was lost for several months two years ago, so I don’t like to miss any meals now. Mice are tasty, but you have to work for your dinner.
      I would rather demand a back rub over a hunger strike. Or maybe a manicure?
      It was nice to talk with you Lori,
      All the best,

  • annepeterson

    Pooh, I’m sorry you feel wrongfully accused. It’s a hard life for humans, I cannot imagine how hard it is for you. Don’t lose heart, Pooh. Just try and hang in there. It will get easier, and if it doesn’t there’s a good chance all those who accused you will forget it. Humans are like that, look at your senior staff member? Nuf said.

    • Oh my dearest Anne. You truly do understand. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be a person and have people talk bad about you. I can at least pretend that I don’t speak English, and turn my back. My senior staff member lost her phone again tonight. I will have to tell her in a few days that it is February.
      All the best,
      Love Pooh