You know, you do everything you can for your cats. Teach them right from wrong, nurture their little dreams and convince them they can be anything they want in life as long as it’s a cat.
But sometimes, no matter what you do, your cats develop bad habits. Take Helen for example. No really, take Helen! Ba-dum. Ooops, that’s the script for my Catskills schtick. Disregard.
Helen is in general a fine cat. She doesn’t cause too much trouble when she lumbers around the house, and mostly she just sleeps on her semi-firm pillow on top of the sofa. She tries to play gently with the kittens but if she gets a little rough they can easily get away from her because Helen doesn’t get worked up enough about anything to actually run. She’s not one to present us with hairballs and she keeps her nose, and paws, clean.
Dan brought home a spanking new Double Wide Cat Scratcher last week, and all the cats not only scratched it but took turns sleeping on it. If our cats have a deep and abiding love for anything, it’s that scratcher. It is Helen’s new best friend. But the other day, as she was lounging on the scratcher, she started to, well, eat it. Well maybe not eat it so much as chew it up and spit it out. She goes to town on that thing, munching and spewing cardboard like there’s no tomorrow.
I checked the cat food-she should be getting plenty of fiber without eating cardboard. But whatever the reason, she will not be deterred. Here she is doing her thing, surrounded by cardboard “shrapnel”:
And here is her “I really don’t give a damn that you caught me” look.
Please just let me know if you see double wides on sale somewhere. I have a feeling we’re going to need to stock up.