Usually Fat Mittens is my problem cat. From sneaking outside whenever the front door is opened to lounging in the bed covers when the Mister sits down after work, I always have to chase FM from someplace she should not be.
Then, we have this little conundrum:
Every day, there seems to be more and more pieces of my laundry in the living room.
I thought a little elf was invading. Then I find the “elf”:
It seems that during the night Midnight likes to go into the basement and conquer Mount Laundry to bring me presents.
At least it’s not a mouse or a bird.
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