Sometimes when I come home, things have been moved, usually indicating that my daughter's son (2&1/2) has been around, while daughter has been fixing computer/raiding fridge etc. Tuesday, I came home to find my elephant (knitted, age 50) lying on the bedroom floor. Likewise, Wednesday. Today, I returned home to find Teddy
, who I had left comfortably tucked up, lying face down on the floor, without his jumper. My daughter has denied there have been any visits this week, which leads me to believe (No shit, Sherlock!) that the perpetrator is A CAT!. I can understand a dog nicking a shoe, but only a cat would drag a teddy out of bed and steal his jumper. Words will be had. This cat was pretending to sleep in the near vicinity. Monty, known as Slasher, soon to be Nonty.
, who I had left comfortably tucked up, lying face down on the floor, without his jumper. My daughter has denied there have been any visits this week, which leads me to believe (No shit, Sherlock!) that the perpetrator is A CAT!. I can understand a dog nicking a shoe, but only a cat would drag a teddy out of bed and steal his jumper. Words will be had. This cat was pretending to sleep in the near vicinity. Monty, known as Slasher, soon to be Nonty.
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I don't believe it. I smell a human at work.
FBH - Fluffy balls of hatred
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