the missing head

The Missing Head

My manager's cat pen lost its head. It happened somewhere between the back office and the front desk. My ears pricked up and I immediately volunteered to head the search party. We passed through the warehouse and I glassed the concrete floor for a tiny, white, kitty head. My heart raced when I sighted what most definitely was, indeed, the missing head! No! Heads! Hundreds of them! Upon closer inspection, they were pieces of styrofoam...

We continued examining every inch of commercial grade carpet, adorned with the vast variety of area rugs. I bent down and scanned the surface beneath sofa's, tables and beds. Nothing!

We lounged in one of the reclining sectionals and shook our heads. Then, the other manager noticed we were missing. This manager rallied a second search party to search for us. Not long after, I felt a nudge on my shoulder, startling me awake. Dazed, I reported back to the customer service desk.

On my way back, I felt a twinge in my stomach. My inner core twisted to the right and my feet followed. Like a water witch, I raised my arms out and moved in a most direct, direction. Then my arms began to twitch and my eyes lowered to a spot next to the foot of a very attractive accent chair. It was there! I had found the missing head!

I crouched down and gently picked up the tiny, white, kitty head. Cupping it in my palm, I presented it to my other, distraught manager. With glee, she reattached the tiny, white kitty head to the pen. The pen that used the cat's tail as a clicker. This manager had several kitty pens, in all colors, so I suggested she pull all the heads off and mix and match.