The kitten stood up on her hind legs and investigated the contents of the table. Immediately she spied the drops, and she maneuvered one off the table with a paw. When it fell to the floor, it was hers. She pounced on it and started batting it all over the livingroom. Around the chair, behind the couch, through the legs of the coffee table, she charged after it with focused glee.
I told her to stop, but she ignored me. I explained that I needed it, and I didn't have many left, but she ignored me. I started to get up and retrieve my coughdrop.
While I was looking away, the skittering sound stopped. The kitten looked upset. I looked around; the darn drop was nowhere to be found. I crawled around for awhile, looking under papers and furniture. She sat and watched me mournfully.
I asked the kitten where it had gone. She stared back at me with round silent eyes, but I could sense her response clearly: "If I knew where it was, I'd still be playing with it. Duh."
Now I only have 2 coughdrops left.