How to find a lost cycling jacket

[Ann G]

I had looked all over the place - in 3 closets, in my duffle bag that I use for RAGBRAI, etc. Finally I bid on a used blue Decente jacket on eBay and paid for it after the item ended (7:26 p.m.). This morning I went out for an early morning bike ride and decided to grab a jacket because it was still pretty cool. My old visibility yellow Canari jacket was the first one I found. Sheesh!

[sundial]

So you have a ghost too, eh? :D

[roadie gal]

I think that sometimes these items grow legs and go out for a jaunt. Then they just wander back on their own time.

[Pax]

My ghost drinks my wine, I'll pour a glass and set it down...walk back into the room and it's gone! Stupid ghost. :p

[smilingcat]

My socks disappear on occasion. One time I found A sock in my cat's litterbox. What was she trying to tell me??

a. my sock is too smelly and needed to be buried?
b. her litterbox neded cleaning?
c. that there wasn't enough litter in her box?

My hairband is always disappearing. So is my usb memory stick with my work stuff, a rechargeable battery pack, my cycling glove. I don't have dust bunnies who might want to take things. But I know for a fact that I have a klepto cat named Lulu.

Her other "kills", my santa hat, pens, erasers, coin purse, my shoes, tennis and cycling. Luckily, she asn't tried to bury my smelly cycling gear. I guess its too much even for her :p

I did wash my jersies in woolite last night.

smilingcat

[Geonz]

I am most fervently hoping my nice expensive tent appears today (we're leaving tomorrow) so I don't have to use the Wal-Mart Junior one I did find...

[JaneE]

In my experience it's the purchasing of (or, more precisely, *paying for*) the replacement item that causes the original item to jump up and down and yell "here I am!" :)

Jane

[dachshund]

Have you looked in the refrigerator yet?

[bmccasland]

Thread drift...

Back when I lived in NoCal and worked at a fish hatchery. Came home from spawning fish (which is a messy process), opened the door to the garage to put some stuff inside on the floor, and thus allowed my fur babies into the garage. I knew I was a stinky mess, so I stripped down to my undies by the washer. Well the kitties came over to investigate, and the next thing I knew, they were trying to bury my clothes! :confused::rolleyes:

[lph]

Our cat used to spend her time (most of the night, actually, to gauge from the noise) collecting erasers, pens, clothespegs, balls, hairbands, gidgets and gadgets and geegaws, oh, and her toys of course - batting them around the livingroom, chasing them down the stairs, and then finally herding them in under the (very low) chest of drawers in the downstairs hallway. Then she'd lose interest.

Every once in a while when we started to miss things we'd have to go down and lift up the chest of drawers to check her stash :p

[dachshund]

... behind the washing machine?

[sbctwin]

my stuff goes into a 'black hole'...never to be seen again until after replaced and then, miraculously, they are in front of me.:rolleyes:

[oxysback]

Must be Nargles. :p

[Ann G]

Our cat, Emma, used to move my socks, underwear, and throw pillows all over the house. We'd find things on the stairs, wherever. When it was the throw pillows we referred to it as her redocorating, but I don't know what to call it when she stole my underwear and moved it into the living room.

[F8th637]

Must be Nargles. :p

You have those, too? My husband likes to call them Gnomes. Apparently, we have a colony of them that come from different regions of the house. We have the Kitchen Gnomes who like to fill the sink with glasses and leave the cabinet doors open. They also don't throw away empty food and drink containers. The Bathroom Gnomes forget to flush the toilet sometimes. Glad I'm not the only one.

[Zen]

To the person who can tell me where my car keys are.
Fortunately, I have two vehicles.

It is Friday the 13th.

[lph]

We have the Kitchen Gnomes who (...) don't throw away empty food and drink containers.

Oh, we have one of those. He's quite short, would forget his nose if it wasn't attached to his face, and goes by the moniker "son". ;)

[Mr. Bloom]

I find it's preferable to lose a jacket with a cell phone in the pocket. That way, you can call it to find it

[ehirsch83]

You have those, too? My husband likes to call them Gnomes. Apparently, we have a colony of them that come from different regions of the house. We have the Kitchen Gnomes who like to fill the sink with glasses and leave the cabinet doors open. They also don't throw away empty food and drink containers. The Bathroom Gnomes forget to flush the toilet sometimes. Glad I'm not the only one.

I thought I was the only one with the Kitchen Gnomes!
I also have the Clothes Gnomes- these like to take the dirty clothes that "someone" wore to work and strew them around the apartment, not in the laundry bin where they belong.(usually strategically placed from the front door to the bedroom)

[Trek420]

Moving works for me:
Pack and move everything. Don't know where anything is for a year. :o
Find as you unpack :D
Remodel, pack everything again :o
Find as rooms go back together :D

[newfsmith]

I once went crazy searching for my favorite sweatshirt. After a couple of weeks of my tearing the house apart my 10 yr old daughter finally 'fessed up and told me she had loaned it to a friend. I did get it back, and 22 years later it is still my favorite.

[mupedalpusher]

While building our house, we had to move to a duplex for a few months. The whole time we lived there my hubby complained that it seemed like he hardly had any t-shirts and underwear. On a side note...hubby likes to have lots and lots of these items! I think he thought I had thrown a bunch of them out!! Anyway, he made a trip to the mall and purchased more after looking through all the stored boxes in the garage and giving me the run down numerous times! When we moved in to our new house and put our washer in dryer in the laundry room, we discovered the missing clothes were in our clothes dryer the entire 6 months (the duplex had it's own appliances).

[jesvetmed]

Our cat used to spend her time (most of the night, actually, to gauge from the noise) collecting erasers, pens, clothespegs, balls, hairbands, gidgets and gadgets and geegaws, oh, and her toys of course - batting them around the livingroom, chasing them down the stairs, and then finally herding them in under the (very low) chest of drawers in the downstairs hallway

OK.. I can't resist this one.
We had a cat that went to surgery for a stomach foreign body... she had over thirty pony-tail-holder thingy's balled up in her stomach! :eek: The owners flinged them across the room and they say the kitty "retrieved" them... yeah! They weren't really keeping track on that one!

I couldn't help but ask them if they asked themselves "where are the pony-tail-holders" when they kept having to go to the store and buy more!;)

[lph]

oh-oh-oh - poor cat! :eek:

Ours never swallowed one, to my knowledge. She just asserted her title of Chief Assassin by killing them, thoroughly. Several times ;)

[Tuckervill]

My cats play with my ponytail holders, too! Why is that? I don't want mouse guts from their fingernails on my ponytail! And they lose them under the stove!

Karen

[kelownagirl]

I find it's preferable to lose a jacket with a cell phone in the pocket. That way, you can call it to find it

I want a clapper on my keys. I've lost a jacket and I think my classroom keys are in the pocket because both have been missing for about 2 weeks now...

[dachshund]

Our cat used to spend her time (most of the night, actually, to gauge from the noise) collecting erasers, pens, clothespegs, balls, hairbands, gidgets and gadgets and geegaws, oh, and her toys of course - batting them around the livingroom, chasing them down the stairs, and then finally herding them in under the (very low) chest of drawers in the downstairs hallway. Then she'd lose interest.

Every once in a while when we started to miss things we'd have to go down and lift up the chest of drawers to check her stash :p

One of our dachshunds, pictured at left, loves to steal a bra out of the laundry and sprint from one end of the house to the other with it. Then, for emphasis, he'll stop and shake it back and forth, then go running off again.... brassiere flapping in the breeze. :eek: