Maybe you can help.
It’s the white, well grey now, kitty that my son shleps with him pretty much everywhere in the house. It’s been to the table, to play, to the bathroom, under the bed, in cars, toys and even in it’s own homemade bed. No matter how much we wash that stuffed cat, it just seems to be getting dirtier and dirtier and more and more stinky.
But it’s missing tonight and at 10:30 Linus came looking for it. I sent him back to bed.
I have checked EVERYWHERE. Seriously. In drawers, in the pantry, under pillows, in the ball-pit, closets, on other toys, in and under beds… Geez. I spent 35 minutes looking right after the kids went to bed, then another 35 minutes looking just now.
It has disappeared.
We hate this kitty so much that I took a picture of it and made it my twitter avatar. That’s kitty, sometimes referred to as Zoe.
Where can that stinky piles of recycled fibres be…