Mysterious happenings in the house...

I'm feeling kind of "eh" today, so as I try to get motivated to write my weekly column for the Toledo Free Press, I've been pondering a few mysteries...

Some have happened no matter where I live like why is it whenever I am the one who has to use the bathroom there is no toilet paper on the roll? Obviously the engineering skills required to place a new roll of toilet paper on the holder must be something only I am capable of.

We've already discussed before the nature of the missing sock experience, yet here, something even stranger is disappearing. My steak knives. This is in a way a scary thing because when we moved in I had six. Now I have only two and no one seems to know where they went. Do we have some type of a steak knife thief sneaking in and making off with them? Are the cats plotting something?

Erin freaked out shortly after living here when she found a large butcher type knife in the basement that was not ours that was up on the rafter area above the basement window when she was putting up curtains. We never did figure out why it was there, yet from looking at the knife it looked like it had been there for quite some time, and yes I looked to see if my missing steak knives were there. They weren't.

The doorbell...we have one of those types of doorbells that has a receiver that plugs into an outlet yet on a regular basis the doorbell rings and no one is there...

Why does our one cat roam thru the house meowing late at night? Is he involved in this whole doorbell/missing steak knife thing? It's not as if he is looking for his other cat buddies because he doesn't like any of the other cats in the house. He did this once in a while at our last two places we lived but when he's down in the basement the sound really reverberates thru the ducts.

:-)