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Charlie Liked My Underwear, by Jill Eicher
Charlie was a seven-toed, neutered white tom. He was always an odd one, but he got odder as he got older. He lived to be eighteen, so you can be sure he got really odd. Every day or so, he'd get this strange look in his eyes. He wouldn't stare at me exactly, he'd stare kind of out there, at nothing in particular, like he was getting ideas. Then he'd go thunping off (he was arthritic) to hunt for my dirty underwear. When he found it (a dirty bra or undies or even a dirty sock), he'd start yowling and then he'd hold the dirty clothing in his mouth and walk around with it, dragging between his legs. He liked used panty hose best because they would drag all the way under him and he could get a really good hump going over them. That's what he did, hump my dirty laundry. And yowled. For some reason he liked to do this especially while going down stairs. He'd drag my panty hose down the stairs like that, yowling and humping it until he got to the bottom. Then he'd drop the piece of dirty laundry and he'd be fine again, like nothing had happened.