After far too many days of enforced and boring seclusion, Irene was desperate for entertainment. In a moment of weakness and low-expectations, she decided it would be terrific fun to hide the family cat in a place where no one expected the cat to be, and then wait for things to play out.
Then Irene remembered that there was no one else in the house, so she might be waiting a while.
Then she also remembered that they didn’t have a family cat, further complicating matters.
What precisely, pondered pensive Irene, did she have strapped to the back of her head?
To be continued…
And by “continued”, I mean “continued in the comments”, as it would be really swell if some of you would jump in and proffer a gloriously gonzo suggestion as to what, pray tell, is in that bun. To stir the pot, the most creative answers will be featured in an upcoming Corona Chronology post that may or may not ever be written. Cheers!