hee hee! 
I didn’t want to hijack the thread with kitties anymore so I started a new one on the subject here. 
Oh…oh…oh… can you please lose them again so we can play this fun game one more time?
In the bottom drawer of my dresser. I had left it open to get some black sox the night before. The keys had fallen to the floor when it caught on the clean underwear I had just taken out of the top. My next action was to have picked up the dirty underwear I just slipped out of before taking a shower. Instead of bending over twice, I picked the keys off the floor, stuck it in the bottom drawer, which I left open, just to get it off the floor. I had once kicked them under the dresser drawers once. I picked up the dirty undies in one hand without straightening up and with the clean undies in the other hand, I went to shower. In the bathroom, I threw the dirty undies into the hamper and threw the clean on the counter. When I entered the bedroom, I hit the bottom drawer with my foot and I kicked it close.
The next day, no keys.
Of course, there was the missing carton of milk in the refrig, until someone noticed the unopen box of cereal in there.
That was the first Seinfeld I ever saw.
Jerry lost his keys and George said What do they look like?
They look like Keys!!!
When our daughter was about 2, she LOVED to play with my keyring, and she would wander all over our apartment looking for locks that she could open using keys on the keyring.
One day, I gave her my keys to play with. The next morning, I had to go to work, but couldn’t find my keys. DD couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me what she had done with them, so I had to make do with a spare car key and house key.
It was two or three days later when I found my key ring inside a Tupperware shape sorting toy where she had put them in an attempt to open it and get out the plastic shapes inside…
Whenever I lose anything, I just call information and ask them.
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My daughter did one better. When she was 2, we lived in a small apartment that had a little square hall-like bit off the living room that had two bedroom doors and a bathroom door off it, all closed, and a closet that had no door so I’d hung a curtain over it. She took my keys, toddled into the hallway, and came back a minute later empty-handed.
There was nowhere they could be except in that closet. Which I searched. I swear to you I emptied the closet out looking for those keys. Nowhere to be found. Had to get a whole new set cut.
Two months later she toddles into the hallway again one day, and within 30 seconds is back out in the livingroom – with my keys in her grubby little hand.
All we can figure is that they went into a spacewarp that can only be accessed by small children who have not yet acquired the ability to communicate with us, because once they can tell us where the spacewarp is, they lose access to it.
I’m told I liked to throw out the mail for a while, and the trash had to be checked before going out.
My mom’s keys were never found, ever. The only guess is that the youngest brother threw them out when he was about two.
In my trunk. My closed, locked trunk. Right before I was going to leave on a group trip.
Now I just leave them in the lock or make triple sure they’re in my hand.
Oh! I just remembered my best story!
If you lost your dorm room key, you were charged for the replacement of the lock, the new keys, and the labor. Makes sense. So one day, I come in, throw my keys down, and go through my normal routine. Later I can’t find my keys.
Anywhere.
I enlisted my roommate to help me look. We can’t find them.
We were in a small (50-ish) dorm, and the hall director was an easy going guy - so I told him I knew my keys were in the room, was there anyway I could borrow a key for a day or two to give me more time to look? He knew me and decided that would be cool.
So it’s the last day I have my key and I still can’t find my keys. I was starting to freak out. I was wondering if someone in the dorm took them so they could get into the room later or if there was an opening to another demension lurking around…anything that would explain the disappearance.
Now, one thing about the setup of our room. My roomie and I had unbunked our beds, and had them perpendicular to each other. She came in on that day and flopped, back first, onto her bed.
Looking at the footboard of my bed, she sees them - my keys!
Dang metal and fake wood footboard with a space between the wood and the metal - that’s where they were! Resting on the metal! Right at my feet every night! Laughing at me! (Well, ok, maybe not that last one…)
We guessed that I tossed them on the bed, and something made them slide off, hitting the footboard just right so that’d they’d land on the metal instead of falling all the way to the ground.
I’ve never been so happy to find my keys.
I was so sure they were going to be on the vanity beside the loo. That’s where I always find my lost keys.
And I was betting on the door, where I found mine this morning.
:smack:
I lost mine under the cat a few days ago. :dubious:
He does that with remotes, too.
Clunky, yet oh so clear. That must’ve taken a while!
My family was staying for a week in a beach house one summer and found a tiny kitten shivering in a puddle in the allyway behind the place one morning. None of the immediate neighbors could lay claim so we ended up adopting the little one–it was maybe three months old at the most.
Anyway, we got along fine except that things began dissapearing. There was no rhyme or reason, either: my keys were the first item to be missed, but we soon discovered odd things like a salt shaker, a toy car, and then a few pieces of jewelry had gone missing as well. Needless to say the last created quite a commotion until we discovered everything (and a few things we didn’t know were missing) in a neat pile under one of the beds. Very orderly, I’ll give her that.