MISSING KEYS: That's right, blame the cat

This local friend's social media account of domestic non-tranquility made me laugh out loud. I thought you might enjoy it, too, and asked her for permission to share:
So as I’m trying to get to work early because I have to leave early . . . where’d the car keys go? Ah! 14-year-old had them last. Thank God for cell phones: I texted her on bus. What would they have done in the old days?
After much struggle she remembers she left them on the laundry pile.
I ask, "What are they doing on the laundry pile?" No one, I mean NO ONE, in this house folds laundry!
She says, “Oh, I found the cat . . . she needed a snuggle.”