Last night I was sorting the laundry. Lights, darks, delicates, etc. You know the drill. As I hadn't done laundry in a while, my bedroom floor was fairly well full of little piles as I went along. While sorting, I came across some socks of Meeko's.
Who is Meeko and why are her socks in my basket? Meeko is my cat. Meeko has a sock fetish. She thieves them and herds them around the house. She attacks them, she pounces on them, she hides them, she bathes them like kittens, she hoards them in large piles. And she has her favorites. She prefers the fuzzier variety, the more colorful the better. I'll wrestle her for my ski socks in the winter but I've generally given up those that she's claimed. There's simply no point. I used to tuck them away in drawers but she just weasels them out anyway, so I've given up on that. Now my socks live in a crate on the floor of the closet and she can pick through them the way I pick through apples at the store. And she does, everyday. I frequently come home to find a pile of the plain, white rejects next to the crate and various preferred members of her flock scattered about the house.
As I don't wear them myself, I don't wash them often. Every now and again I round them all up and give them a bath but on this particular day I had enough socks of my own to wash so the two socks of hers that were in my basket (which I probably put there myself absently while cleaning) I returned to the crate in the closet. A soft blue and black one with snowflakes and a fuzzy pink one. I started a load of darks and then went about my business.
I came back into the bedroom an hour later to start the next load. The pile of whites on the floor, which is primarily plain, white socks of course, had grown. There were two new socks on top. One soft blue and black one with snow flakes and one fuzzy pink one, lying right on top.
I can come to only two conclusions. A) Meeko thinks these particular socks need a bath, though generally she handles their bathing needs on her own, or B) Meeko finally seeing me doing something that makes sense (i.e. making piles of socks around the house) and is eager to help me with my new hobby. Very sweet of her.
It made me laugh anyway.
On a completely different note, I found yet another random item of interest on the internet. Muppet Central Radio. You can stream to Muppet songs 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Right now I'm listening to Link Hogthrob and the crew of the Swinetrek singing "Macho Macho Man." I only mention this because I personally know at least a few of you out there who will be thrilled to boogie down with the Electric Mayhem at work. Everybody needs a break from Radio Disney every now and then after all. Don't worry though; I won't out you. You know who you are.