she isn't on the sink when i turn on the water. she isn't on the stack of boxes when i come through the hall. she isn't on the table rubbing the parabola magazines. she isn't on the orange poof. she isn't sitting next to me on the couch in the morning sun contemplating reading sad planets. she isn't sitting under my bike waiting for me. she isn't scratching the four corners of her big box. she isn't chewing on the snake plant. she isn't sitting on the garbage can. she isn't sitting on the corner of the table under the world map by the laptop computer. she isn't sitting on the low table by bag and shoes. she isn't snoozing on the window seat on her orange cushion. she isn't eating from her food bowl. she isn't in any of these places she should be.