Last week, we experienced a little hijinx around here. It seems that someone has developed a fondness for my sweaters. ???? Every night when we came home from work, we found one of my sweaters in a crumpled pile on the floor, in a different room of the house. (And just for the record, I don’t leave them thrown all over the house — they sit folded on a shelf in our bedroom closet.)
We narrowly escaped disaster on Tuesday — that sweater was halfway to never being seen again. Given extra time, it could have been sucked into the abyss-under-the-bed. The first few days we just laughed, thinking it would be short lived. But, toward the end of the week, it was clear that someone, was enjoying this little game. In an effort to thwart the prankster, I closed the closet door on Friday morning before I left for work. Being smarter than the average cat, our little felon managed to get the door open. It deterred him enough though, that he only had time to pull a few sweaters off of the shelf — but no time to drag them around the house.
So. The big question is…who’s the guilty party? Paul?
At least this time, we know it’s not the monkey. He’s been safely locked away since the last event.
Feel free to provide parenting advice. ;-)
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