I never have a complete pair of socks in my house because Piper and Gracie think they're cotton mice. It's gotten to the point that I have to sneak clean clothes into my room and then immediately deposit socks into their drawers for fear they will be stalked and stolen.

Piper is especially bad about this. She is rabid for the sock mice in our house. It all starts with the evil eye:

She fights voraciously for her prey:

Even protecting Gunny from it's cottony sockmouse evilness:

After the battle has been won, she sequesters herself amongst my clean sheets, in a catmooflauged state:

I'm just happy the sockmice are bloodless because it would be a freakin' mess if they had internal organs.