I carelessly left two eggs alone on the counter, but they hadn’t moved for several minutes. I wasn’t thinking of that when I walked into the laundry room and heard a small, unfamiliar sound. As I came back to the kitchen, Kacey and I discovered the broken egg on the floor at the same time. I made some sound like OH!, and she backed away.

“It’s OK, Kacey. Wait. Let me pick up the shell. Here you go! Uncle John is always saying I should give you a raw egg, and now I have. It should make your coat shine.”

The floor looked spotless, but I cleaned it well, anyway. If Kacey hadn’t been here, the egg would have been wasted. Thank you, Kacey.