What was I looking for?

The past couple of days, I have been sitting for X's kitten while she is back home with her family.

I stop by twice a day, once in the morn, once at night, and play and feed. This morning was no different.

Except...

I rummaged through her things.

Through everything. Kitchen drawers, cabinets, underwear drawer, medicine cabinet, checkbook, and shelves.

Why?

I had nothing that I was looking for. I found things I recognized and things that were new.

I just couldn't stop.

Is that a warped sense of possessiveness? Did I need to see or touch everything? I didn't touch the things, so I guess that isn't true. Just looked. No creepy sniffing or trying things on. No licking of plates and putting back. I'm not like that!

Odd.