So I'm leaving town for the weekend. Someone has gone to the trouble of copying some very important paperwork for me, and I am exceedingly grateful to her. I had them sitting in the middle of the end table in the living room, but that's not safe enough. So I set them on the table in the office -- the cleared table -- in the center with a new book I've been waiting months for. I go to the convention. I get back. The papers and book are on the table, undisturbed.
( And then, a miracle happens... )There are days that I would cheerfully trade a cat or two to BevHale for Zoe the Dog of Chaos. Then I remember -- at least I can salvage the papers. If Zoe had gotten hold of them, she would have
eaten the papers.