Saturday, February 21, 2009

Where Oh Where Has My Little Phone Gone....

This morning I was scheduled to train a new transcriptionist, which means that I needed to call her. However, when I went upstairs to grab the phone, it was not sitting on the charger where it belongs. As I've discussed in previous posts, we are not, as a family, the tidiest group of people around, so it's really not a surprise to discover that something isn't in its proper place.

I pushed the "find handset" button on the charger. This is a handy little button because without it we probably would have lost the phone ages ago.

I didn't hear any beeping. I went to the bottom of the stairs and listened to see if I could hear it upstairs - no luck. I went to the top of the basement stairs and strained to hear the beeping - nothing.

I pushed the "find handset" button again.

This time I heard a faint beeping right there in the living room. I got closer (warmer - warmer- getting warmer - now colder) until finally I narrowed it down to the loveseat. I could hear the beeping, but all I could see was the cat.

Lo and behold the phone was under the cat. Why he chose to lay directly on the phone when he had the whole loveseat to sleep on, I'll never know. Who understands cats, anyway?!


alana said...

I want a cat so bad!

I've actually had to replace my cell phone twice because I lost it. (I think I threw it away once. lol)

I still get teased about it.

Terri Tiffany said...

I don't understand them but I love them! Lucky you for having one!