My Socks Are Disappearing Again

This is how it looks when I go to bed or off to work...

What it looks like when I wake up or come home...

One sock found in the hall...

...other sock laying near the rocking chair

Nine days after Chuck's 'blow out' (go here for more information), and he's returning to his old ways!  Which means; meowing for attention, sleeping in the clothes baskets, and rearranging my socks. We continue to give him an anti-inflammatory for his guts, and have scheduled an cardiogram of his heart, and an ultra-sound of his abdomen.  We no longer add canned pumpkin to his food, believing that it could have contributed to his problem.  Will review ALL with the new veterinarian, who came highly recommended.  When Chuck was feeling really sick, he slept in the bed on top of the old bureau in the parlor, which put him quite a distance from his people. Having him sleep in the baskets means he's close at hand, and feeling better.  Yay!  I've never been so glad to NOT see my socks, or to hear Chuck's song of his people.  Angel has discontinued hissing too...whew!

Chuck hanging out on the pool table, something he discontinued
when feeling poorly.

Thanks again for the well-wishes, and I am off on a long-weekend vacay with my girl-pals.  If I have any cat-related news to share, I'll do it from on the road.  The hubby will take on the mantel of food service human to both the indoor and outdoor cats, and he says he'll scoop the litter boxes too.  Wow!  Will miss my furry friends, but some R&R should be delightful.  I'll miss the hubby too...