The Disappearing Cat

She just couldn’t believe it. Heather had lost her cat. She was devastated. Heather called for her cat over and over, but there was no response. “Chuckles. Oh, Chuckles. Where are you?” Heather wondered if her cat had been stolen. It wasn’t like Chuckles to stay away so long.

Chuckles wasn’t like any other cat. She was a special cat. She could laugh. Well, at least she could laugh for Heather. Heather would take Chuckles up to her room and they would laugh for hours and hours. Heather had never been able to get Chuckles to laugh with anyone else. It was a special secret the two of them shared.

That night, Heather was watching a television show and laughing at all the jokes. She thought she heard someone else laughing, but when she turned the television down, she didn’t hear anything. Later in the show she heard some more laughing. This time she knew it wasn’t her imagination. She looked under her bed and under the dresser. No Chuckles. Just then, she got an idea. She went to the window and pressed her ear against the glass. Sure enough, she could hear someone or something laughing. She opened the window, and there sat Chuckles, giggling away at the jokes.

“Get in here, Chuckles,” she said, “I sure have missed you.”

Chuckles just grinned.