I am mistaken. I always thought the socks escaped on Laundry Day--somewhere between the washer and the final dry cycle. I have been proven wrong.
Yesterday was not LD, and yet a Singleton Sock made it's successful break out sometime during the night.
Either that, or one of the FurBoys has become a SockNapper.
Actually, that could very well be the reason my right sock was missing this morning--I have seen Moggy toting one of Bandits toys around in a motherly fashion. He may view the rescue as the humane action since I'm overdue for a pedi.
And then there's Bandit. He definitely has perfected the Death Shake on both his toys and my socks. Although, I believe his homicidal tendencies are reserved for the toys. But I guess there is a first time.
It's a good thing I have a basket for the Singleton Socks who have been left behind--otherwise I might have been late for work this morning.
I may have to lie in wait some night to determine if I have a homicidal dog, a confused male-mother SockNapper, or if Doby is assisting the socks in the Great SockEscape.
Or maybe I'll sleep through it all and it will just remain one of life's great mysteries.
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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