Some way or another a lot of socks had gone missing lately. Odd numbers, not just pairs, but single ones too. Many didn't even make it as far as to the washing machine. Caleb knew for certain that it couldn't have been his washing machine acting up. Right now he suspected his cat, Cupcake, to be the perpetrator. The last couple of days he had searched the whole apartment, checking every space the cat could possibly have hidden it.. Under the couch, behind the couch, in the couch, behind the closets, in the kitchen cupboards... All places he could think of had been checked. But he found nothing.. except for dust and lost cat toys..<br/><br/>He had even been stalking his cat's whereabouts in the apartment, but he hadn't seen his cat act weird around his socks if he'd just lay them down near the cat... But every time he'd go to bed, and socks would be on the ground  or even in the basket, they would disappear.. He didn't understand it.. And he was starting to run out of socks! This all annoyed Caleb a whole lot. So much even, that he had decided to set a trap.<br/>As the perpetrator liked socks, he had chosen to take a pile of socks as the lure. It would be perfect. Who  knew, maybe it was simply  a neighbourhood cat who kept on stealing his socks. He wondered how the beasty kept on getting inside his apartment then, but who knew. Cats were the most likely perpetrators. After all.. the idea a human would do this.. or that even he himself would have done it didn't sound logical.<br/><br/>It had been a while since Caleb had ventured off to bed. He had stayed up for a while, hoping to see it all with his own eyes, but eventually sleep had taken him. It wasn't until he heard shouting that he woke up again. Caleb immediately sat up in bed. At first he thought he must have had a nightmare, but the yelling continued, so close to him. With big eyes he looked at the trap, which was now activated. Another human had taken his socks? But why, and why did it call him a dirty human...? Caleb rubbed in his eyes. He doubted he was awake. Somewhat startled and feeling surreal, he stumbled up and flicked on the light. He took a moment to stare at the screaming box, then lifted the weight and the box.<br/><br/>Saying Caleb was surprised to see what he saw, was an understatement. He gaped at it for a few seconds. Then he shook his head, his blonde hair moving along.<span style="font-style: italic">'It must be a dream. This is a dream. None of this is real. Act normal.'</span>Caleb told himself, trying to set himself straight. He guessed that the whole sock affair had annoyed him so much, that he had even started to dream about it.<br/>"I want my socks back. Why do you even take them?" Caleb wondered. He was curious as to what his imagination would come up with as answer. This should be amusing, he assumed.