SockNappers?

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.