He stepped out for a smoke only to realise that he had lost his cigarettes. In the middle of the room, under the carpet, was a bump.
“No sense pulling up the entire floor for one packet of smokes” he said to himself. He took his hammer and flattened the bump.
As he was clearing up, the lady of the house came in.
“Here” she said, handing him a packet of cigarettes “I found them in the hallway.”
“Now” she said, “If only I could find my sweet little kitten.”