SirenSongWoman
Cathlete
I'd like to hear your amusing stories because I just KNOW you all have some real doozies and I think we could all use a laugh 'round here. I'll get it started:
I have an orange male tabby who has the build and personality of an angry Siamese (long, lean, sinewy and just plain mean, usually). His name is Tangerine (Tangee) and he has a sock fetish. The first time I realized this I was in my second floor bathroom preparing to go out when I realized he'd been coming and going for some time, behind me. So I looked and didn't see any of the cats. But there were two white socks laying in the hall, just outside the bathroom door. I knew they hadn't been there before and I wondered how they got there as I threw them down the laundry chute, sending them back where they came from. A few minutes later I heard a noise and turned around and there was my boy, with a white sock in his mouth. He looked around, confused, then he dropped the sock and looked at me. He was sure there had been two other socks there when he left... He had been going all the way down to the basement, picking socks up off a pile of dirty whites on the floor and, one at a time, dragging them up two flights of stairs to build a little pile. He's a repeat offender but that was the first time. Anyway, Tangee's an indoor/outdoor cat who prefers being out at night (I'm not crazy about that but he'll drive me bonks if I don't let him out). One morning I was going to get the newspaper and there, lined up neatly on my Welcome mat were three little white socks. Now I was confused. Where did they come from because they certainly weren't mine! He did the same thing again the next day. That day, as I was leaving for work, I looked up and noticed a bunch of shoes and what looked like socks sitting on the front porch, near the entrance of a neighbor's house. Oooooooh. Evidently, the mom at that house made her kids take off their shoes AND socks before entering. My boy was stealing their socks and bringing them to me as presents. I never mentioned it to the neighbor because I was afraid if they knew they might hurt my boy, and they moved soon after, but I always thought that was funny. He doesn't have a neighbor to steal from anymore but he still drags up white socks from my basement from time to time. If he can't find white socks he'll sometimes go after a pair of white underwear but he NEVER touches colored socks!
BTW, I was almost done writing this when Tangee came up and started crawling all over me. I swear, THEY KNOW!
I have an orange male tabby who has the build and personality of an angry Siamese (long, lean, sinewy and just plain mean, usually). His name is Tangerine (Tangee) and he has a sock fetish. The first time I realized this I was in my second floor bathroom preparing to go out when I realized he'd been coming and going for some time, behind me. So I looked and didn't see any of the cats. But there were two white socks laying in the hall, just outside the bathroom door. I knew they hadn't been there before and I wondered how they got there as I threw them down the laundry chute, sending them back where they came from. A few minutes later I heard a noise and turned around and there was my boy, with a white sock in his mouth. He looked around, confused, then he dropped the sock and looked at me. He was sure there had been two other socks there when he left... He had been going all the way down to the basement, picking socks up off a pile of dirty whites on the floor and, one at a time, dragging them up two flights of stairs to build a little pile. He's a repeat offender but that was the first time. Anyway, Tangee's an indoor/outdoor cat who prefers being out at night (I'm not crazy about that but he'll drive me bonks if I don't let him out). One morning I was going to get the newspaper and there, lined up neatly on my Welcome mat were three little white socks. Now I was confused. Where did they come from because they certainly weren't mine! He did the same thing again the next day. That day, as I was leaving for work, I looked up and noticed a bunch of shoes and what looked like socks sitting on the front porch, near the entrance of a neighbor's house. Oooooooh. Evidently, the mom at that house made her kids take off their shoes AND socks before entering. My boy was stealing their socks and bringing them to me as presents. I never mentioned it to the neighbor because I was afraid if they knew they might hurt my boy, and they moved soon after, but I always thought that was funny. He doesn't have a neighbor to steal from anymore but he still drags up white socks from my basement from time to time. If he can't find white socks he'll sometimes go after a pair of white underwear but he NEVER touches colored socks!
BTW, I was almost done writing this when Tangee came up and started crawling all over me. I swear, THEY KNOW!
