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one of my cats, who shall remain nameless because i don’t have eyewitness proof of this yet (although i suspect a particular little boy who is being very cute and sleek and is sitting complacently at my feet right now as if he’s never committed a kittycrime in his life) has taken a great liking to my maxipads, the kind that come all nicely individually packaged in little yellow plastic wrappers.
i regularly find them on the floor at different locations in the house. once it was on the other side of the bathroom. another time it was in the middle of the hallway. once it was in my office. they always have little kitty-tooth-sized puncture marks in the plastic, and various small rips and tears. not enough to be unusable, necessarily (’cause those things are not a dime a dozen) but definitely enough to indicate that a cat has been chewing on the wrapper.
during such times as i am in regular need of them, i keep them in a tall box on a shelf by the side of the toilet. they sit at the bottom so that there is a good eight inches of empty space between them and the top of the box.
as near as i can figure, somebody, and i’m not saying who, is resourceful enough to reach in, hook a claw into one, and pull it out without tipping the box over. i have to give him credit for oustanding eye-claw coordination.
and then i guess he tosses it around like a dying mouse and pokes a bunch of holes in the wrapper. and when he realizes it’s not going to fight back, carries it off somewhere and leaves it.
i suppose that i ought to get a box that has a lid on it. i don’t want to have to resort to keeping them in the cabinet overhead (i like having them convenient). and i have to try to remember to shut the toilet lid after i’m done using it lest a whole box of maxipads or tampons end up in the pot.
irritating, yes. tragic, no. a good story? you tell me.
That reminds me of the joke that got passed around our office about the kid who set the Thanksgiving table with “napkins” for “special occasions”. Heh. Our cats are soulmates, I think- I learned early on that I needed to put those behind closed doors, **immediately** upon bringing them home from the grocery store.
-K
Resourceful somebody if I do say so myself! And I’m not saying who..
And I found your blog while googling Vanessa Quijas to see if her Hollywood dream came true. It appears not yet. Funny that she was in yours, though. lol.
(’91 PESH theatre geek here in case you were wondering)
carrie — i was friends with a lot of the PESH theatre geeks (grad years ’89-’91) and so i might remember you; what’s your last name? (feel free to email me if you’re more comfortable that way).
i will say that i was definitely not friends with vanessa, and i can almost guarantee she has no idea who i am. which is just fine.
and about the new “cat toys” — doc has conclusive eyewitness evidence that the culprit is, in fact, the cat i suspected. loki, you are in so much trouble when i get home! 😉