…and if you wonder why, blame it on the office cat.
This reminded me of a poem on a blog called Essence.
Where Do Pens Go?
Are all the pens leaving town
For not a one can be found
Perhaps there was a pen revolt
That caused the writing sticks to bolt
Maybe all were whisked away,
They could have gone outside to play
Or maybe they were vaporized
By outer space alien spies.
There will be no writing here today,
For all the pens have gone away.
— Charlotte Franck, 2008