Missing nail clippers
Hey there! This post was written in 2006, so it may contain information that is no longer accurate or thoughts that no longer reflect how I feel. As human beings, we're constantly learning and bettering ourselves through experiences and interactions with the world and each other.
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Up until a few minutes ago I was confident that I was the victim of, perhaps, the greatest conspiracy of all time. It all started with myself, two cats, and a pair of nail clippers.
In this day and age, times are tough and nail clippers are hard to come by. Thus, my cats and I opted to share the one pair we have until another pair can be obtained. With that said and kitty-clipping day right around the corner, I came home to find the nail clippers gone. Yes, gone. Completely missing. Nowhere in sight.
I assembled a search team immediately. Comprised of me, myself, and I, the team scoured the vicinity for nearly 10 minutes with no luck of finding the missing clippers. I was left to face the fact that I may never see my precious clippers again, but I wasn't about to give up yet.
I decided to consult the cats to see if they knew anything about the disappearance. It was a desperate attempt, but I was in a desperate position. I suspected their alibi for hiding the clippers was to avoid getting their claws trimmed. However, after minutes of intense interrogation, I came to the conclusion that they were not responsible for this unforgivable act. My investigation was at an impasse.
I was almost about to call the search team back when I noticed a metallic object glistening in my nightstand drawer. Could it be? It was.
The clippers were exactly where I had left them. Alas, I realized that I was not a victim of some radical conspiracy, rather, a victim of my own senility.