The thread "favorite odd toy" made me think of a story.

A few years ago, I put my wedding ring on the kitchen counter and went to bed. The next morning, they were gone. We frantically searched everywhere. We damaged our stove removing it, thinking it may have fell down the crack. We searched high and low.

This was especially devastating because my wedding ring had belonged to my mother. My biological father passed away when I was 1 year old and it was my mother's wedding ring from that marriage.

Well, about a year later, I found it just sitting in the middle of my living room floor. The cats had brought it back out from where ever they'd had it the past year. Phew!