Fafnir routinely digs one of his three favorite pairs of fuzzy socks out of the sock bin and carries it around the house, yowling to it, and then stashes it somewhere.
If we aren't home for a couple of days and the catsitters don't re-stow the socks, he will move on to the rest of the bin, and sometimes to gloves stolen from coat pockets. I think his personal record is eleven pairs of socks and three gloves.
They might be his kittens? I am unclear. It does seem clear, though, that socks are simultaneously some sort of kindred cat-species and also uppity creatures that need to be routinely put in their proper place.
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Date: 2013-06-05 03:33 pm (UTC)If we aren't home for a couple of days and the catsitters don't re-stow the socks, he will move on to the rest of the bin, and sometimes to gloves stolen from coat pockets. I think his personal record is eleven pairs of socks and three gloves.
They might be his kittens? I am unclear. It does seem clear, though, that socks are simultaneously some sort of kindred cat-species and also uppity creatures that need to be routinely put in their proper place.