We're gifted with four cats: Sam-I-Am, Marmy (a.k.a. Fluffy Butt), Dobby, and Uncle Kitty Big Balls (a.k.a. Little Boy).
He has boundary issues.
Of course, he's also a cat.
We excuse every lapse in etiquette on The Dobster's part by reminding ourselves that he's got a really tiny little head.
He occasionally steals my eyeglasses.
Upon arrival at said general location, I realized that I was chasing... a lambswool duster that La Bonne et Belle Bianca Castafiore had left propped in the corner of The Hallway To Our Rustic Kitchen.
Behind me, I heard the taletell sound of an amused *ack*-*ack*-*ack*. Slowly I turned...
and saw the rapidly receding end of Ms. Fluffy Butt, my glasses astride her fluffy fat head.
And so begins another day, here at Marlinspike Hall, deep, deep in the Tête de Hergé. If Marmy is true to form, she'll eventually return my spectacles by dropping them in the communal water dish, none the worse for wear.
Though temporarily blind, I am blessed. All that remains is to realize it.