A few nights ago, Geoff and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie when I heard Scarlett meowing. It was a throaty merower sound, the one she usually makes when something is wrong. The last time she made it was when she had spectacularly vomited her entire breakfast on the kitchen floor, so I went to investigate.
This is what I found:
Scarlett had taken one of the two white ankle socks I'd left out to wear to bed and deposited it in the middle of the hallway. Nothing was wrong and she didn't look upset, so I tossed the sock back into the bedroom and rejoined Geoff on the couch. About an hour later, Scarlett meowed again. She had brought the other sock into the hallway and was sitting next to it, looking up at me.
Before I had a laundry basket with a lid, Scarlett used to pull my socks out of the laundry and leave them around the apartment, which I interpreted as a sign of discontent (she'd stop doing it if I got her a new toy or something). Perhaps that's what this is. Or maybe she's just playing. Either way, it's very peculiar.