Lucy goes through some....ummm...separation anxiety when we are gone during the day. It is usually directed toward me.
I frequently come home and find a pair of my panties, pulled out of the dirty clothes hamper and the crotch chewed out of them.
I have started making sure that our closet door is securely closed when we leave, but today I apparently forgot.
We got home and Lucy is WEARING my panties. She had pulled the pair out of the hamper that I put in there this morning and she had managed to step through the waist and one leg and was wearing them.