I have a way of finding things in unusual places.
Take, for example, the time I found one of my socks on the kitchen floor, next to the door. It was just one gray and orange sock, not two. My sharp detective mind deduced that the culprit must have been Harmony, the cat, since she was the only one that had been home all day. She must have pulled the sock out of the shoe that I had stuffed it in, dragged it from the bedroom into the kitchen, and abandoned it at the door. Using my best human-cat interrogation technique, I tried to get Harmony to confess and tell me why she did it, but she just looked at me for about ten seconds, turned around and walked away. I figured she must have done the deed for one of three reasons:
1. She thought one of my feet would get cold and I would come back in looking for a sock to put on it.
2. She thought it might be a good way to welcome me home, like setting out a pair of slippers, only she only set out one sock.
3. It was a lot of fun to pull it out of the shoe and drag it around the apartment.*
I suspect it was No. 3 all along.
I work as a receptionist, which means that someone has to relieve me at my desk during my lunch hour. One of the two ladies who acts as my lunch relief has a habit of leaving things behind when she goes back to her own desk. Usually, the abandoned object is something innocuous, like a ballpoint pen or a Post-It Note pad. One day I was happy to find no forgotten objects on top of my desk, and I proceeded to settle back in. I needed something from the top right drawer of my desk, and I opened it. There, looking very sad and alone, was a banana! Rather, it was half of a banana. It had been neatly cut, right in the middle, and the skin had been folded over where the rest of the banana used to be. I called out to the woman who had just left my desk, and she claimed the poor forgotten fruit. I was laughing because I thought that finding someone’s banana in my desk drawer was hilarious.**
*It doesn’t take much to amuse a cat.
**It takes even less to amuse me.