The scene of the crime
Woke again ready to get up, feel about for my glasses without which I'm a bit hampered, and there they weren't. Usually they're on bedside table, along with the book I read last night. Not there.
Searched the floor all around the bed in case dear Duncan had knocked them down, which he sometimes does. Pulled out the massive bed a little way in case he'd hidden them back there, something he used to do as a kitten during the night.
Possible culprit
fleeing the scene of the crime in case she gets blamed
Not too farfetched an idea, since he's started with some kitten behavior lately, such as burrowing under the blankets and playing with my toes, ouch. No glasses there.
Stripped the entire bed in case the glasses had got in there when I fell asleep. Decided, since the bed was now stripped and no glasses in evidence anyway, I may as well change the bed, did so. No glasses.
Put your glasses on and peer at this picture. Clues here.
Couldn't imagine where else they might be. Not in robe pocket, how could they have got into a drawer by themselves..but anyway I opened the bedside table drawer and they leapt out! had evidently slid in and got partly trapped in there when I shut the drawer earlier. Completely invisible to the seeker who had no glasses on.
Duncan exonerated, I put the glasses firmly on my face -- I had actually checked my face several times in the course of the search because I've been known to lose my glasses on my head, sigh -- and went off for a restorative cup of coffee.
I think it's glasses revenge for fainting on them and bending them a while back.
