Friday, I took the quilt off our bed and lugged it up to the Laundromat. It took two days to dry it on the line, so we didn’t get the bed stripped and remade until yesterday – Monday.
When I put away sheets, I fold the top and bottom sheets, and one pillow case, then slide the entire business into the other case, so everything is together, and there’s no rooting around looking for things that match. (Although some people I could mention don’t think that’s important.) I tossed both pillow cases onto the cedar chest, and The Squire and I made up the bed. When we were ready to do the pillows, one case had disappeared. I have torn that room apart, looking for it. Under the bed, between the bed and the cedar chest, in dresser drawers in case I had folded it up with a pair of jeans or a turtleneck. I even went back to see if by some chance it had migrated from our room back into the linen closet.
No dice.
And the cat! Normally, if you put something on the bed, any right-thinking cat will immediately jump up and take a nap on your suit jacket or clean sweater. In an obviously vain attempt to keep the quilt clean, I folded up an old, much mended sheet, and put it on the bed.
And you see where Eddie is sleeping.
I suppose there are some things in life we are simply not meant to understand.
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I’m pretty sure my dryer eats clothing. It’s not just socks that disappear. I have no idea what alternate universe an entire pair of pants could slip into. I guess that’s why they wrote the book “Traveling Pants,” though I don’t think that’s what it’s about.
Of course, your cat has good taste. If you’d put down something more important, feline fur would be all over that new sleeping nest. Pat yourself on the back for raising a discerning feline. (You make me smile, and I’m stealing your pillow case storage idea. I think it’s quite clever.