I had a book that I had sitting on top of my piano. There are many many htings on top of my piano... I should put up a picture. It's big and it's heavy. the book was a smallish paperback. About the size of a Young Adult novel? One day, it got knocked behind the piano by some cat or another. I looked down at it from on top of the piano. It was definitely behind it. I figured I'd have to wait years til the piano got moved before I'd have the book back.
So a little bit ago the cat jumped fdown from the piano, and flying down behind her came the book.
Um. well I'm glad I have my book back. I guess I ought to be used to it all by now... this isnt the first time.