While in college I ended up moving back home with my parents for a while, and with me came my first Ball. One day he got loose, danged if I know how, and disappeared. He was only gone an afternoon...

...and we found him in the laundry basket, curled up in one of my t-shirts. I flatter myself to think he got scared, all alone in the Big Wide World, and sought out a familiar scent, one he associated with safety: me.

And smelly laundry is smelly. XD