Missing Keys, Ask The Not-Mes

Not-Me phoned home from college to say she didn't have the second set of keys to the Chrysler. A different Not-Me phoned from high school to say she hadn't touched the keys. Not-Me No. 3 grumped that the keys had better show up. And the most level-headed Not-Me checked her purse to be sure the missing keys weren't there. Next up to ask is the Not-Me dog. Chances are, he didn't eat them. If he had, by now something key-shaped would have emerged from the other end. Ouch. Certainly, the missing keys will turn up. At this point, my guess is that whichever Not-Me finds the keys will quietly slip them onto the key hook. And I hope it happens soon. Otherwise, I'll have to inquisition the Not-Me cats about the keys. They, of course, are the kings of the Not-Mes. How else to explain the grass spit-ups in the hall and the rodent halves in the garage?