Now he's in my bedroom, saving us all from the evil sock.
He dragged it (quietly!) back into my bedroom and placed it carefully under his placemat under the chair.
Then he backed up, did a little butt wiggle then POUNCED onto the placemat and grabbed the sock and shook it vigorously. He and the sock wrestled for a bit then he let it rest.
Then... POUNCE! The sock goes flying into the air! Poohlet-kitty to the rescue! Wrestling and rolling and tossing! All around the bedroom!
Whew! Success! Now that the sock has been tamed he must tame the placemat. POUNCE!
I'm glad that's taken care of.
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