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| Found: in other bedroom |
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| Found: in downstairs hall |
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| Found: in upstairs hall |
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| Found: in Chuck's new luxury box suite |
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Found: stuck under bedroom door
(Notice home-made cat flap cut into door!) |
Chuck is still stealing my socks, and depositing them all over the house. In the middle of the night, stepping on a soft, woolly sock can give a person a heart attack! Wha...did I just step on a cat? A dead...something? A hairball...or worse...? Yet, I pick up all the socks, and put them back where they came from. Seems to be a game that only Chuck and I play. There are two blue and grey socks, two tan/grey, and two blue stripes/grey. Sometimes, all six socks are missing and other days Chuck doesn't take any. He doesn't steal any other types of socks, such as dress socks or The Hubby's athletic ones. He often carries two socks together, too, and I assure you that these are washed and clean socks. Finding a sock in his new favorite box bed was a real treat!
