One of our two cats -- the female, Sonny Bono -- has a strange obsession with clothing, and specifically with dragging clothing around the house. No kidding, if you forget to close a drawer it's even money that when you get home the contents will at best be merely dumped in the bedroom and at worst be spread down the steps and throughout the living room and dining room.
It's pretty startling when you think about it. She must work for hours to accomplish such thorough destruction, because she can only carry one piece at a time! And while she's doing it she makes these weird meow-grunts with every step: mra, mra, mra, mra, mra. We know this because she has the nerve to do it even when we're home.
Anyway, Sonny's favorite articles are underwear. So, my underwear pretty much always has teeth and claw marks in it.
And also, there's always a tense moment when we bring guests back to the house after being out or whatever and we have to do a quick scan to see if Sonny has deposited any bras on the kitchen table.
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when I was in high school, I spent a relatively chaste weekend at my long-distance boyfriend's house, and his cat dragged my panties out of the guest room and into the TV room across the hall. I managed to shove them under the sofa with my foot but then was too embarrassed to go retrieve them later... I wonder who found them and when!
This is what Baby, the tame cave lion in the Clan of the Cavebear series, in the brief respites from all the prehistoric fucking. He would drag dead things around while grunting.
In conclusion, I can't have nice internets, because I keep dorking them up.
There ARE NO nice internets.
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