Disappearing Pens

Yesterday I went for a run, which means that Mango and  I left the cat alone in the house for about 45 minutes.  I should have known better, but I left a pen and notepad out on the coffee table, and when I returned, the pen was nowhere to be found, of course.  We have learned the hard way not to trust Milly with anything that can be knocked off tables and counters.  She has smashed:  my  butter dish (after leanring there was delicious butter under there), Alex's scotch glass, jars of olives and salsa, several drinking glasses, and several bowls.  I think she knows I'm saying bad things about her because she just jumped on my lap.

Anyway, I know not to leave anything out that I want to see again.  I got down on the ground and tried to peer under the furniture for this missing pen.  I finally lifted up the couch and found this assortment:

That included a few pieces of kibble and a chocolate covered almond. 

Without any shame, Milly happily began to play with her toys again:

And I'm still looking for the pen that disappeared yesterday.