I had dinner in the oven and hadn’t seen my cat in a while. Sitting on the couch, I became consumed with the thought that she might have crawled into the oven somehow and was trapped in there, and that with the TV on I wasn’t able to hear her desperate meows. So I raced to the kitchen to check the oven to make sure she wasn’t in there. Nope, no cat, only lasagna. The cat is sleeping by my bedroom window. What a relief – and I’m very amused by my crazy, obsessive, fatalistic thoughts.