While Julia and I were sitting down for dinner I thought that I had not seen Preacher since early in the morning but since she has a tendency to find a hiding place and not be seen for hours I was not overly concerned.
As I was folding and putting away the final load at 11PM I opened my sock drawer and Preacher came scrambling out. I almost had a heart attack as this black ball of fur came flying out of my sock drawer without a sound. I should have known something was wrong when I was fixing dinner as I kept hearing noises from the bedroom which sounded like someone walking on the floor. Since I saw no one or thing in the bedroom I was convinced that we had a ghost. Of course, it was Preacher trying to open the sock drawer. I had to re-arrange my sock drawer this morning as Preacher had scrambled all of my socks into one unrecognizable pile.
Bad cat, very bad cat.
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