Eddie would take one of my husbands socks at a time under the bed to his hidey hole until I would finally wash socks and realize there were hardly any mates. As soon as I started digging under the bed he would zip under it and lay on the pile of socks, giving me his "don't you dare" look.
He was so spoiled I would usually substitute one of my hubby's unwashed t-shirts for the socks. |