All of us missed our cat Higgins after he died, including our other cat, Chelsea. She walked around the house for a week meowing piteously for him. I decided this was a great excus-err, reason, to check out the local animal shelter, ostensibly to find a new companion for Chelsea, to reduce her loneliness. Mind you, I did not inform Point Man about this, but he had not disagreed about getting another cat, so I took that as tacit approval.

The staff at the Humane Society were wonderful. If you ever get a pet, I highly recommend going to your local shelter. The kids came with me so the staff knew the age levels and personalities of the kids that our new pet would be interacting with, and we told them that we also had a 20 year old cat at home. They knew right away which cats and kittens would do well with us and which wouldn’t, which narrowed the field quickly. There were 3 cats and a kitten that we decided would make good members of the family, and we petted and played with all 4 of them. Finally we had to make the difficult decision between Tommy and Joey, who were both wonderful cats. Joey seemed to like the kids more than Tommy did though, and when I asked the gal who was working with us which cat she thought would work best, she pointed without hesitation at Joey. So, after paperwork and purchase of some cat items, Joey came home with us.

He’s done amazingly well, He got home, and Chelsea decided that she was not as lonely as she thought she was. Her reaction was to hiss loudly and run out of the room. He just sat there, completely unbothered by the whole thing. She’s still hissing at him from time to time, but her curiosity gets the better of her, now, and so she’ll try to sneak up on him to sniff him. That works til he sees her and turns around, and then she hisses at him and runs off again. She’s making progress, however.

Joey adapted to life in our home immediately, and he’s a big cuddlebug. When we sit down, he’ll jump in our laps, put his paws on our shoulders, and nuzzle our faces, purring loudly. He’s a large cat, so this works well for adults. This particular maneuver is what convinced Point Man that yes, he actually did like ‘the Melon-head’ after all. I thought our cat was rather brilliant for doing that. Joey’s discovered that he’s too big for our daughter, however. When he put his paws on her shoulder and stood up, he was actually taller than her. He doesn’t have the same personality and savoir faire as Higgins did–I don’t think any cat could. However, I think he’s perhaps even more loving, and we’ve needed that.

There’s Joey at the top of the page, lounging in our windowsill.

Ever wonder where the socks disappear to?

Raise your hand if you’ve ever lost a sock in the laundry.

Any of you who have not raised your hands, shame on you for lying. 😀 We all know that washers and dryers have a strange affinity for socks.

Washer: Hey, Dryer!
Dryer: Yes, Washer?
Washer: Hey, check it out. He’s got a basket of SOCKS!!!!!!
Dryer: We’ll be eatin’ fine tonight! You want the colored ones or the black and white ones?
Washer: I’ve got the bleach thing happenin’, so you take the colored ones. Besides, I can’t stand Hello Kitty Pink or Smurf Blue. Makes my tub out of whack and then I pound and walk all over. It’s not pretty.
Dryer: Oh, no problem. I’ll just make those ones ‘lost’ in the filter or shoot them out the vent for you, then the kids can’t wear them again.
Washer: Hey, thanks!! I’ll make sure to use some extra Downey as a treat for you!
Dryer: That’s totally awesome!!!

At least I thought it was a washer/dryer issue until I saw this on the i can has cheezburger? site:

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Suddenly it was all clear: maybe my cats did something with them. Perhaps they thought they were some kind of weird mice. Perhaps they have a nest of left socks somewhere in the house, and I have yet to find it. Perhaps they have a tiny mantle inside their covered litter box, and they were hanging them by the fireplace with care. Maybe they rolled them up and made balls out of them to bat across the floor–a sort of floor sock-hockey.

There are also other alternatives to the magic disappearing socks:
1. my son took off his socks on the sofa and one of them ended up between the cushions.
2. my daughter took hers off in the bathroom before a bath and it got stuck under the vanity.
3. my hubby dropped one in the basket and another on the floor. Note that this happens with some frequency.
4. half of mine got shoved under the bed, the other half made it to the laundry basket. The next time we had laundry, I send the other half down, but the first half mysteriously disappears.
5. my son took his socks off in his loft bed and didn’t bother to bring them down with him in the morning, and he now is sleeping with 3 weeks’ worth of dirty socks. How he doesn’t get grossed out snoozing with that many stinky socks, I’ll never know.

Will the single-sock problem ever be solved? I doubt it. The cats, washers, and dryers are too addicted to them now, and there’s no chapter of Socks Anonymous nearby.

Just for more laughs, here’s another fun pic for you:

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