Usually when we go to bed, the cats will come up with us while we get ready and tool around the bathroom while we clean up and get ready to sleep. Then they'll usually lay on the bed with us, but only for a little bit. Often they'll head downstairs, usually with Nagano chasing Tigger, and after a while we'll hear these forlorn sort of meows coming from downstairs. I'm not entirely sure which cat does it, but I think it's Tigger.
I've gone downstairs to check on him a couple of times, but whenever I find him he's just sitting there with a cat-like look on his face, like he's surprised that I bothered to get out of bed. Weird.
Then, last night, we heard the forlorn meows again, but from much closer this time. And slightly muffled. When we looked over at the bedroom door, Tigger walked in with a pair of my folded socks in his mouth, socks that he had brought from all the way downstairs. He dropped them on the ground, meowed, and then laid down on the floor.
We have absolutely no idea why.
-N
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Clearly, the socks attacked him, with all his feline instincts tuned to defend his home and family, he subdued them and now presents them to you in triumph as he might a rat or cobra. You must sleep so well with such security. Who needs a dog....Dad
Bwhahaha.... I love it.
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