But the cat sock came back the very next day year,
The cat sock came back, we thought he was a goner
But the cat sock came back; it just couldn't stay away.
Away, away, yea, yea, yea.
So where was it? Darned if I know. I found it on the stairs one morning last week. Smokey and I had each been up and down those stairs perhaps half-a-dozen times in the five or six days previous and would have seen the sock had it been lying there. It just appeared one morning. Best guess: the kitties found it somewhere and dragged it out. But I'm not questioning; I'm just planning to wear them tomorrow.
