There it is.
The lonely cloth.
Discarded like a piece of garbage after Freddie has had his way with it.
Instances like this are a regular occurrence in our household . So, I'm just going to say it. Fred's a "klepto" and he's a "maniac", sooooooo I guess that makes him a "kleptomaniac".
It's mostly towels and cloths he steals.
But if the pickins' are slim he'll take almost anything, socks, slippers, shirts...etc....
He'll jump up on any counter to get at a towel that is apparently "taunting him".
He'll route through the clothes basket to find that "perfect cloth".
"I know it's in here some where."
"The perfect cloth!"
He steals towels off the shelf in the downstairs bathroom and brings them upstairs.
He's even taken them outside if he's got a clear run at the door!
I just found this one the other day after our walk!
In desperate times he'll even knock over the clothes hamper to get at something.
The sad part is you almost (I said almost) feel sorry for him. Even he knows he's got a problem! After he steals something, he hides under the coffee table, lays on it and just whines.
Meanwhile, Gloria is running around saying, "Oh my God, Oh my God!" "Look what Freddie's got!" "He's done it again!" "Look Dad!"
Fred is clearly disgusted with himself.
"Crap! I've done it again! 'my bad."
All I can say is at least he doesn't chew holes in most of the stuff he steals anymore. He seems to be able to stop at the stealing part now. So hopefully, maybe, someday, even that will stop too!
Until then, I don't know......maybe some counselling?