You would think that when all of your children are grown, there would be some level of responsibility taken for actions that occur in the house. Truly, I thought the days of not me were gone.
I did not factor in the presence of cats in the house.
On the bathroom vanity, there are two small tubes. One is moisturizer; the other is a travel size toothpaste from the dentist office. Both go missing from time to time. One ended up down the hall and under the dining room table. The other ended up under the shower mat-which is never fun to step on something in the dark that squishes.
My preferred explanation would be ghosts.
Alas it is the cats. And while I would like to blame it on the stripedty one:
Just because I wear prison stripes doesn’t make me a thief.
I know it is my daughter’s cat who has kleptomania tendencies. When my oldest lived with us, we’d find batteries, chapstick, unused tampons, and candy in a dragon hoard under the table. I guess, she thinks we Humans are too stupid to find these things ourselves.
Either way, I must now train myself to put the little things into drawers or risk having to clean things up in the morning.
Until next time!
Linda Andrews 