I swear that this house eats things! Lost count of the number of things that have gone missing, a professionally done plan for the garden, my bean slicer, a tube of Dermol wash that I only picked up from the surgery last week, the list goes on!
However the mystery of Mr P's missing odd socks has been solved
Stretching out in bed, my toes encountered "something" that shouldn't be there!
Quick furtle under the duvet and voila! A sock! This has happened twice.
Mr P doesn't take his socks off in bed, nor does he go to bed in them......
However, a certain young cat who shall remain nameless (Minnie, you know who you are) and who adores Mr P and gazes at him as if he is the most wonderful thing she has ever seen, has upped her game from stealing washing up sponges to socks!
I would love to catch her on film taking them from the floor beside the bed (yes, Mr P still manages to "miss" the laundry basket, thought of trying a star chart, but hey, what's the point?) and burrowing under the duvet with her treasure!