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When I was growing up I had a cat that did this same thing. Chianti would bring home flip-flops, underwear, bras, the occasional shoe, but mostly socks and gloves. We had a couple bags worth of stuff that our cat would steal from neighbors' garages. My father would get up in the morning to get the paper and be greeted by a random sock. We always
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