When Monica came to my house and was, shall we say, creeped out by this impossibly tiny, yet startlingly lifelike representation of a sleeping cat, then took it secretively into the kitchen, I was pretty sure I'd eventually find it in some place obvious... like the oven... or the microwave. I just didn't realize how long it would take me to find it in one of those two places.

Note to self: purchase more microwaveable food. Stop going out to dinner so much. I don't really know what, just do something to make it be a world where this didn't live in my microwave for more than a week.