Ever since my kitten discovered the laundry room he's been carrying laundry upstairs and delivering it to my feet. At first it was just socks...then bigger socks, then it expanded to nylons and underwear and yesterday (blush) he hauled up one of my bras that he'd climbed onto the washer and pulled down.
He brings them up and makes the same funny throaty mewing sound he makes when he's in pursuit of a bug, then he flops down on his side looking mightily proud of himself, starts purring and has one of his very rare moments he wants petting and praise. And he's very persistent about it--the other day I came home and found about ten socks outside my son's door and it turns out my son was inside his room with the door closed and mewed loudly until he came out to acknowledge the gift.
I'm seriously wondering if I wouldn't have a pile of dead mice in my kitchen if he were an outside cat.
He brings them up and makes the same funny throaty mewing sound he makes when he's in pursuit of a bug, then he flops down on his side looking mightily proud of himself, starts purring and has one of his very rare moments he wants petting and praise. And he's very persistent about it--the other day I came home and found about ten socks outside my son's door and it turns out my son was inside his room with the door closed and mewed loudly until he came out to acknowledge the gift.
I'm seriously wondering if I wouldn't have a pile of dead mice in my kitchen if he were an outside cat.