The other morning I woke up to find a pair of dark tights stretched across the bedroom carpet, along with a pair of orange socks. I'd not worn them since I'd acquired them, so I'd hidden them in the box I use for laundry pending trying them on. Apparently one of the cats dragged them out during the night.
My wife retires later than I do, and sleeps in later. She knows that I buy clothes; I buy for her too, and for resale. But we're mostly DADT. She hasn't said anything, so I guess that the cat did its thing after she'd gone to bed.
Watch out for those furry, clawed randomizers!