five-finger discounts

Well, it's not that Simon hasn't been busy, look at my dining room floor at the moment and you'd be convinced a glove factory exploded, it's just that he apparently hasn't left the boundaries of our yard in weeks. Instead of finding new things to add to our collection he keeps recycling gloves from his box in the garage. One glove I've seen make it's way through the cat door four times. Some gloves are so commonly deposited in the house that even the dog, who will eat poop if given the chance but steers clear of any of Simon's steals, has begun to grab them and present them as greetings when I walk through the door. I guess familiarity has it's good points?
So, I'm not posting any photos because you've seen it all before. Maybe he'll get over his glove fetish soon ... fingers crossed.

the construction issue

A neighbor is remodeling their house and apparently this is delighting Simon. In addition to taking all the worker's gloves he is making his way through some other items as well.

It's not just a glove. It's a metal roofing art piece!

Home Depot bag.

Contents of Home Depot bag.
However, I learned that there had been four bolts and nuts inside waiting to attach a new mailbox to it's post. I'm assuming Simon didn't want them because he made a path down the street with the items. Where he picked up the leaves I'm not so sure about.

When will people learn to put these things away?

fabric graveyard

Rag retrieval should be an olympic sport, then I could at least say that Simon's in training. This is what I woke up to this morning. After heeding the little guy's call four times and responding with a 'good boy' salutation and some chin scratches to first a black t-shirt, then a rag with paint, then another rag carrying mainly dirt, then yet another rag washed in a different paint shade, I decided it was time to stop the positive reinforcement. But he just went back out again and found a rag so old that it crunched when I bent it. Good stuff. It did make quite a beautiful pile though. Like a rag pile of love. He means so well.

the things he loves

We now officially own every glove in a two-block radius of our home. Simon's mission is complete.

Matching pink rags. How sweet, and so close to Valentine's day ... what a treat.

The real gift though was the dirt left where he dropped off the rags.

And, as I write this, Simon has already brought in a fresh t-shirt, two more dirt-filled rags and I just heard him hit the cat door on his way back out. I'm not sure what I did that made him so happy but it may have something to do with trout. Glad to know he can be bought so easily.

shirt off your back

I'm going to put a bug in Simon's ear for some designer duds. He seems to be a fan of the 'I can paint in this' type of clothing, but I think it's time for him to reach for a higher star. Or at least bring home stuff that isn't caked in bodily fluids.