I just thought this was funny.

That is funny! And, it reminds me . . .

I used to lose a lot of pocket combs. I figured that I was just losing them from my pocket when I pulled out my wallet. It wasn't unusual for me to go through a dozen combs a month. As cheap as they are I didn't pay it any mind.

Then my kitty died. Katie-Jo was a frisky little thing and always up to mischief. Kidney disease took her from me.

A month or so after her passing I decided to rearrange the furniture in the den. Under the loveseat, back in the back, was a pile of combs. Maybe 30 or so. I didn't have a packrat, I had a packcat!

I have a big male flame point ragdoll cat named Romeo (he's a lover not a fighter) and he loves to thieve my hair scrunchies! If I leave one within reach on any surface in my house it disappears. I have yet to find where he stashes them. I'm assuming it's behind my 300 lb waterbed! LOL!! Cats do the darndest things!