Meet Etta, the feline sock thief!
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Meet Etta, the feline sock thief!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010

While rummaging around through our twitter yesterday we were suprised to read about Etta, a sock stealing cat from Norway!!! We were so interested in her love for socks that would couldn't help but interview her!

What kind of cat are you?
I'm a moggy. A Norwegian moggie. I'm a little over two years old. My matmor (that's Norwegian for "food mother") thinks I have a bit of forest cat in me - I am tall and long and lanky with a very thick coat. I'm still not quite used to being so big. I fall over myself a lot. When I was a kitten, I looked like a furry bat - I had huge ears and an even bigger nose. Luckily, I've grown into the ears. The nose is distinctly Roman.

When did you first start stealing socks?
Probably at about three months old. Matmor would fold her socks and put them in the laundry basket before she put them away. I'd pull out the balls of socks out of the basket and play football with them. Then I discovered that you could unroll them! Sock football was so much fun that I started keeping one sock for later. I'd take them into the cupboard in the office and stash them there with some of my other favourite things - a couple of balls of wool I stole from the knitting basket, some chew toys, a feather from my favourite feather stick and an old pair of matmor's glasses I found. They make a great boingy sound when you thwack the wings. It was fantastic until matmor discovered my secret stash. It took her almost a year to work out where her socks were going though, so that just proves that humans aren't as clever as they think they are.

Do have a preference of right or left socks? If so, do they serve a
different purpose to you?

I hadn't thought about that. I prefer my socks to to be too worn and it's best if they're clean. I have to carry them round in my mouth, you see.

Do you like tall socks or short socks more? Any reason?
Frankly, I take whatever I can get. Mostly they're short socks, if I'm liberating socks from around the house. My matmor has a couple of pairs of big, thick greasy wool socks she brought back the last time she went to Australia - they would be great for my stash (Imagine cuddling up on those! It would be so toasty warm!). But they're too thick to steal without arousing suspicion. In the summer, it's all cotton socks all the time. They're good for carrying. Woolly socks give your hairballs. But I'd still like some.

Have you ever been caught in the act of stealing socks? Was there
punishment?

No, but I think I blew my own cover by bringing in those Winnie the Pooh socks earlier this week. I left them out for matmor to see. Big mistake. She did catch me trying to make off with a ball of wool once - she just laughed and took the ball off me. It's OK though, I waited until she was at work, found the wool, took it to my hiding spot in the cupboard and unwound the whole skein! It was alpaca wool. It makes the best knots.

How does your human feel about your thieving ways? Has your human had to return the socks?
When I was only stealing hers, she thought it was funny. Now that I've branched out? She's embarrassed. We live in an old courtyard and there's a sandpit and slide and stuff set up for all the kids who live here. That's where you find the socks - no one likes playing in a sandpit with their socks on, luckily. She takes them back and hangs them over the fence near the sandpit for the little uns' parents to find. If the timing's off, that means I can take the socks back! The socks in the play area are better than my matmor's - she only has black socks and stripey ones, kids have all sorts of exciting footwear!

What do you do with the socks after you've stolen them?
They all go into my wee hiding space in the office cupboard. I have a nest of precious things. Sometimes it gets a bit scary out there - kids are so noisy! And they move so quickly! And they shriek! - so I like to go into my wee retreat. I rearrange the socks a little and then bed down. It's lovely.
When I grow up, I hope that I can be as good at collecting socks as Henry . He's my hero.

Thanks so much for letting us interview you Etta!!!