Don’t ask me what I was looking at — I don’t remember.
The freezer door opens
The joint was quiet, too quiet. Then the freezer door creaked open like a guilty conscience. I knew what was coming. Ice cubes. Cold, slick, and mysterious as a stranger in a smoky bar.
The first vanishing act
At first, they gave me the slip. One would slide under the icebox and I’d stake it out for days, certain it had to crawl back out. Didn’t know then that cubes don’t come back. They just vanish, melted away like promises never kept.
The water bowl trick
Later, I learned another trick of theirs. In my water bowl they’d cool the drink, then disappear without so much as a goodbye. That’s when the human got wise—he started dropping them straight onto the floor, just for me. And that’s when I cracked the case: ice cubes disappear no matter where they land.
Better than any toy
Still, they’re fun. More fun than any toy. Even better than an Amazon box—and believe me, that’s saying something. But humans don’t leave boxes out forever. Ice cubes? They’re the real deal. The greatest toy a cat could ever ask for.
The mystery remains
And the mystery? That’s the part that gnaws at me. Since I moved in on July 23, I’ve watched the human shovel out enough cubes to fill ten litter boxes. Yet the supply never runs dry. Nobody hauls them in. Nobody delivers them. They just keep appearing, day after day, from that cold box five feet above my reach. I can see where they come out, but not where they’re born.
So I’ll keep my eyes sharp and my paws ready. One day, I’ll crack the case of the vanishing ice cubes. Until then, I’m watching.
—Luna 🐾
