My poor little strange cat has decided that she needs to funnel wooden clothes pins from a laundry tote in the basement to our upstairs area, like a little kitty underground railroad. She brings them when no one is watching, howling all the way.
Why does she bring them?
Why are they here?
Is she going to kill me in my sleep?
With all these questions swimming in my head, I decided my best tactic was to start tracking the clothes pins, praying to God that they weren't multiplying. So I started "tagging" them. Each clothes pin was given a special tracking number with a green felt tip pen. And then I watched.

So far we're up to #14. I call him Hank. Please stay tuned as this breaking story unfolds and we find out just what on earth the kitty clothes pins mean, and if she's going to spell out any Satanic verse with them.
1 comment:
Seems like that cat is living on a razor's edge. Your husband must be slacking on this crazy pet wrangling.
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