The Lonely Sock Club

unmatched socksDo you have lonely socks? I have lots of lonely socks. Before I had a cat, I blamed lonely socks on the dryer. These days I blame Purfessor Snape, aka Boo. Boo has a sock fetish. He’ll steal matched sets out of the sock drawer if you leave it open even a crack.

While rearranging Hannah’s room the other day I found a couple of my missing socks under her bed.

I discovered the true status of The Lonely Sock Club today when I finished a monster load of laundry. I often toss the unmatched socks onto my dresser to be matched up later. Today I gathered them all with the hopes of matchmaking. I found seventeen – count ’em 17 – lonely socks!

So I immediately went to Hannah to inquire if she too had lonely socks.

Maybe Roo’s lonely socks and my lonely socks can hookup and become pairs.

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4 Responses to The Lonely Sock Club

  1. Lisa says:

    Our family used to swear there was a “one-sock shark” in our washing machine.

  2. Susa Wuorinen says:

    Our cat Liz does the same thing. Must be a Maine cat thing

  3. Helen says:

    I have a personal pile of missing socks. The cat doesn’t care about them. It’s a mystery…and I have looked everywhere for them!

  4. Brenda says:

    Our two cats abscond with socks, too. It must be a Wisconsin cat thing as well.

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